The Broken Hearted by Ségun Ògúntólá

Your body you offer


a sacrifice to carnal pleasure.


Your heart you guard


a weighty nugget of pure gold

your lifeline.


I wonder who had hurt you so

my dear.


Claw your anguish onto my face

beat your wild rage onto my chest

wet my neck with your salty sorrow

let my tranquility be a haven for your troubled spirit.



your august scapegoat

noble offering to

absolve you

of this perennial grief

plaguing you so.

©Ségun Ògúntólá 2006