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Murder In Umu-Udo
Murder in Umu-Udo Grieve, oh skies of Umu-Udo, at the ominous impending, And cloak your moon in sackcloth of dark cumulus. Shatter the night’s quietude with your unrestrained bawling, And wash off the twinkles in your billion eyes with your tears. Cry, oh rusty hinges, and do not yield to the firm but gentle nudges, And let your voice not be drowned by the continuous pitter-patter. Let the gentle rustle of drapes as petrichor softly wafts in, Roar in your ears, oh “unwary”, and unshackle you from the bewitching succubus. Will the moon, the cloak of dark sackcloth for an instant unrobe, And peek into the unlit room through partly drawn drapes? Will the night unmask the lone shadow with which it had melded, Or further conceal his nimble feet, furtive eyes and bladed hand? Who will hear the inaudible scream from a blood choked windpipe, Or behold the helpless terror in the eyes, as essence spurt from the gash? Why in collusion, wash Umu-Udo clean oh rain; to which they yielded in sleep, And make vain, hunting dogs’ search for trails and scents? Shame, oh gods of Umu-Udo! in whom they’d cast their faith, But slumbered on your watch, and failed to avenge your own. May 25, 2018
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