Wearing a jacket of piranhas

he seemed to be friends with risk,

dancing in a furnace,

sitting on a bear trap,

sleeping in a compressor

but he was reached for the diamond

in the fangs of cobra

He drank the venom of an adder,

dueted with the sharks,

swam in a pool of eels

and kiss falling guilotines,

guess what?

he never died,

the adrenalin of possiblity

had made him wear

a garment of perpetuity,

he was danger

and he feared no risk.

                                          By Kakraba Afful