On a Darkling Plain[for Blackrose]
The sun has set on our harried noon,the owl
play elegy on the lintel of gathering a dusk,
serenating sounds scour the soul,with searing rhythm of pain,
a ricocchet of cracking hearts,heard above the beatitudes muttered in chilling
morsels or whispered from tyrant heights
The sun has set on a blasted noon,we grope
in the choking darkness for a flicker,to guide
our faltering feet,while vultures above,attracted
by the stench of our dying dream,eyele migrates
with its burden of goodwill,leaving a chaotic order in
our haunted lair
agbe add a soprano of loneliness and seething sorrow,aluko
supply a dirge for grandstanding cleric and mumbling mullahs
who concoct hatred with fashionable false and
deodorized dogmas
The sun has set,yet dross of care maul the heart
while hope gallop like a trojan horse
to armageddon
we are familiar strangers in a season of tsunamis,praying
forlornly for sun's soothing rays,but
Will dry bones ever rise again
on this darkling plain?
Aug04
Copyright © Oyedokun Adejonwo | Year Posted 2006
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