An ox’s appetite whetted
By a lush grass green
On a cliff top,
—oblivious the game is not
worth the candle—
Thumbing down from
A precipice it couldn’t
Itself stop.
God, my fortitude
I owe you
A huge gratitude
For sparing me
From ailment
Or trauma or trouble
By the hustle
And bustle of life
My eyes veiled
About which
I‘ve no inkling
Nor concern to discern
As to what lurks
Around the corner.
BY ALEM HAILU G/KRISTOS
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD FRIDAY 10 NOVEMBER 2023
