Spared from the Spear
(For Grace Chimezie to her THISDAY Office)
You knew not the coils of cataclysm
Spun like yarns by the angels of evil
Into the frame of that day that sloshed
As dewdrops of the ones that had passed
In the tender nut of your consciousness.
The priests of death puked thunders of chaos
As grenades into the slits of your stare
And you limped unconsciously into the mouth of sore
Salted with the paste of hell’s bite fortified with the devil’s gore,
For their mission was to offer your existence to the god of nothingness.
You mislaid your breath wondering if you had walked beyond the border of earth,
You mislaid your breath wondering if you had walked into the palace of death,
You mislaid your breath wondering if it was time for your face to embrace heaven’s wreath,
But the God of life spared you from the spear
Because it was his choice that you deserved lawns of life not deserts of despair.
By Osieka Osinimu Alao, 30/04/2012