Dependency without a trace of any grace

 Hands that got tired feeding a mouth,

Wanted to get away as far as they could

Where no mouth can be found.

Legs feeling tired carrying a torso,

They decided to go,

Where such a thing on them do not grow.

A burned out neck feeling the toll,

Of the volume of traffics that travel along its walls,

It began expunging messages relayed

Back and forth from destinations

That gives no attention

Nor recognised the awesome role,

The neck is in control.

The question is: how would a mouth, a torso

And a head will now cope

Without the mundane tasks,

Almost for free, the legs, the hands and a neck scoop,

Their existence if they are not to risk?

Copyright Haileselassie Girmay

28/9/98