The Cripple And The Car

The Cripple And The Car


Knowing you are but worthless chaff

Gives my heart a mirthless laugh

As I remember that day of treacherous deed

When you and me did bleed

Now you sit here an empty husk

An elephant shorn of its ivory tusk

I know you blame me for our state

Know now that thee too I do hate

Thou dumb brainless metal rebel

That ere now was my sweetest belle

You turned not when I prayed you would

And stopped not when I said you should

Is it not funny now how we be

Now you are me and I am thee

For now I be on spinning wheels

While you mope there on propped on heels

Now I cannot make you cut the air

As we flowed from gear to gear

Paraplegia is what they call it

Never to stand, forever to sit.

At least my state has got a name

But alas, thy mangled wheeless frame

No words on the lips of man can call

So you have thee the Cain of the fall

I dreamt last night that you were well

Some hands beat you back to shape so well

That you outran your frenzied meter

While i watched on my wheels no better

So tomorrow, to the scrap yard you go

For this dream must never be so



12 thoughts on “The Cripple And The Car” by Kukogho Iruesiri Samson (@xikay)

  1. I believe this is a cripple so pissed off at the way his car disobeyed him by going kaputt, right?

    Well, my dear brainy poet, your rhyming is very much cliched, dragging us back to the Shakespearean method of poetry-writing. It was very much laced in almost every verse and rhythm in the poem. I didn’t enjoy it. You need to work very hard, like you need to re-write this poem if you want this poem to be outstanding, for in my opinion, it is standing alone and loneliness is not really a good thing.

  2. my dear emmanuella, thanks for your comment. nice one but you ought to realise that all poets are not the same. i take it as a compliment that my poem reminds you of shakespeare, it was deliberate. thanks you for the encouragement.

  3. “Now you sit here an empty husk/ An elephant shorn of its ivory tusk” Wow! That line is just one sample of the amazing rhyme and rhythm throughout this piece. Lovely! Not every poet can pull off such flowing, nay unforced, rhythm. Then the irony in “For now I be on spinning wheels/ While you mope there on propped on heels” is brilliant! I also noticed that the theme subtly warns careless drivers & their overspeeding cars. WELLest done bro! (Yes o! Poetry na our Mama! *winks*) http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/koboko

  4. “Now you sit here an empty husk/ An elephant shorn of its ivory tusk” Wow! That line is just one sample of the amazing rhyme and rhythm throughout this piece. Lovely! Not every poet can pull off such flowing, nay unforced, rhythm. Then the irony in “For now I be on spinning wheels/ While you mope there on propped on heels” is brilliant! I also noticed that the theme subtly warns careless drivers & their overspeeding cars. The only thing I’d edit is its title, thus “THE CRIPPLE & THE MANGLED”. But then again, I guess the driver’s still the ultimate loser. Ha ha! Well done my broda! (Yes o! Poetry na our Mama! *winks*) http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/koboko

  5. bross thamnks a lot…. i think i’d look into changing the topic of the poem as you said…. the cripple and the wreck

    1. Jaywriter thanks for the thumbs -up.

  6. my guy, this is very brilliant work, and I’m all for the ‘wreck’ retitling. Keep this up man!

  7. @tee i sure will do that no sweat. have you seen my latest poem published…HE THAT HATH EYES

  8. Wow. Well if Emmanuella doesn’t like it, her loss. Nice one. Ironic too.

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