Bleating Down<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Filling before the throne and not of grace,
a bleat is risen from the sacrifice you bring
yet the king will not hear your plea
for a gift he seeks, perfect and blameless.
You beside your one-eyed goat
poor father that you be,
coming to plead the cause of your snatched land.
Why bring a goat bleating down?
Go! Go from here for this will never do,
the king will not hear this case.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nowhere to Go<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Beside the heavens or earth,
where else can I inhabit
for time and space will not permit
that I find a home without
even when humans my trust break,
my humour anger,
time and space will not permit
forcing my hand to live this life.
Living, vexing yet laughing all the same
crying, shouting, still dancing as I go.
Beside the earth or heaven,
no where else to inhabit
for time and space will not permit.
So I stand in the face of humanity,
human that I am.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Bleating Down Filling before the throne and not of grace,a bleat is risen from the sacrifice you bringyet the king will not hear your pleafor a gift he seeks, perfect and blameless.You beside your one-eyed goatpoor father that you be,coming to plead the cause of your snatched land.Why bring a goat bleating down?Go! Go from … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2237","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pa867U-A5","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2237","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2237"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2237\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2239,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2237\/revisions\/2239"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2237"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2237"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2237"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Abasiama Udom is a Poet and Writer with words scattered all over including at Rigorous Magazine and U-rights Magazine. She lives in Akwa Ibom, Nigeria with her family (parents and annoying brother) and finds the time to sleep, dance or watch football. Twitter:@AneuPoet<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"