Poems by
Jacob John


a poem by Jacob John

He was scattered
he was collected
from far and near, dust and dung
water and wether.

The warmth of feelings brought him in redness
clothed in a tender shell
flushed out to breath in the dust and air.

He felt distress
he was hungry
he cried.

The touch of promise come to him through
her bloodstream.

She was loving
she was warm
she gave him the hope.