Cockerel's Crow, by Tom Mukasa

Cockerel's Crow

The cockerel not only,
crows to tell time,
it crows,
to spite competition,
a hunter's horn,
a village crier,
passing on information,
this was revealed,
to the child of three mothers,
the cockerel says:
'you feed me,
to feed you,
fatten me,
for telling you time,
I was there,
when your mother,
carried you,
in her womb,
when you were young,
right,
from your baby-steps,
I over-heard you,
consult the spirits,
I was the token,
the sacrifice,
I am not the competition,
feed on me,
but not my children,'
the cockerel continues,
saying out loud.

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