Devour I, her love enclave
In battle readiness to be enslaved
Parading the morning days
I see bright stars
Like a moon-lit night
Strangling sun rays
On the way to the lake
Making a war-happy day my feeling
Like a knight.
As a calm white snow
She takes my heart
That no day’s sun
Can make it hurt.
Taking things nice
But not much light
Noticing not
She got me tied
So ease and tight.
Moh’d Alh. Nanu Potiskum
EDITOR’S NOTE
Originally published in Citizen on 13 Dec 1993, p. 31. This diplomatic transcription preserves the wording and lineation visible in the archived page.