The Whistler

by Daniel Kojo Appiah

With a purse full of a
mangled mixture of coins,
she limps leisurely to
several farm-sized gardens.

With her fevered lips pursed,
and hips slightly reversed,
limping a march of lifelessness
she walks in step with the threnody.

The profiteers, ever so elated
to spot their favourite buyer;
The one whom Hades slated
a client that never tires.

For death, thus refuses
to blow the whistle on
queer farmers of peace who
have only sown war.

Putting blunted sickles
to mutilated corpses,
nothing is left of the harvest
but caked blood on the leaves.

With her purse now emptied
buying some wares on credit,
she purses her lips once more
whistling away with human lives.

Editor’s notes
Daniel Kojo Appiah won the maiden Ghana Poetry Prize. He is a student of  Regent  University of Science and Technology. He blogs here.

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2 thoughts on “The Whistler”

  1. Fine imagery. Poetic. Very metaphoric. But yet, i cannot relate to it. Perhaps, because the poem sounds interesting, i want to relate to it… for e.g, who is this ‘buyer’ (perhaps imaginary), that was oft referred to with the pronoun, ‘she’? What does this poem allude to?

    1. She, the buyer, is the younger sister of death. An imaginary persona.
      .
      From the writer’s perspective she is the one who does the actual killing
      of people who die in war.

      This poem allude’s to the conspiracy theory that there are people, in power (political), who consciously benefit (economically) from acts of war, especially the ones that promise to bring peace but are the same people who fanned the flames to such wars.

      *Sorry for the late reply. I just stumbled on your comment.

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