They say to me:

“Nne come and greet me.”

Virile men they are, they wish to prove

that virility.

I am earthenware

balanced on braided hair with care

so sought after when first molded

with potters skillful kneading fingers,

an artwork catching eye,

first to be pointed at on a market day

abandoned when cracked and broken,

my contents spilling over.

(Excerpted from “Without a Name” a collection of poems by Val K, coming soon.)

Val K is a poet, and a nature lover. A collection of his poems "Without a Name" will soon be published by AuthorHouse, U.S.A. For personal contact, send mails to: leviathandepthsreturns@yahoo.com