A Nightmare

A Nightmare At dawn I stooped before my shrine Mumbling and groaning in An unknown tongues of thorns My ancestors, here are; Cowries, dry gin, termites’ anus Accept this token, As I petition in the ocean of wild –goose chase A mystical force touched my lips I was made whole, Whole form the heavy heaps of despairs But, The owls kept howling The wolves kept screeching The vulture kept hovering The soldiers’ ants kept inflating An omen! I reckon on beckoning on the holy-ghost father, With his soutane as clean as hell He limped into my shrine backward With his rosary as long as rain, He ascended into the pool of hallucinations He saw men as trees As the trees grew teeth, In defiance, A thunder strike and we all died It was just a nightmare Awoh, kingsley awoh