The Broken Bridge of Death
Bask not in the delusional orgy
Embedded in the barren attempt
To pull wool over the eyes
Of the uninitiated
True, we did fear, fret and flex
Nuzzling in a banquet of uncertainty;
Obliging death brazen vanity
The intercessor, in intercession,
broke his service
Forcing a tie break
To a binge of birth, death,
Rebirth and death;
By plunging into quietus
We, made in his image,
Did hug the great divide with him
When he revified,
We riposted with him
From dust we ensued,
To dust, we must retire
Copyright © Harry Biosah | Year Posted 2020
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