The Call

THE CALL Yesterday after the call, I did not care again to sink forever With the moribund moon, Encapsulated by this deathly cloud. I reviewed the journey so far- Past and present, And I saw that the future Was bright blue sky but without the stars. Night, And I wept the tears of a bambino In the darkness of my heart, To the darkness of my heart Through the dungeon of my heart Till at last I died in the heart. I will die a thousand deaths Before my call! I must die a thousand deaths Before my call! I have died a thousand deaths Since I received the call, But I have received no single burial, For only in the grave of your heart, Can I rest in perfect peace. Bolaji Ramos