Who's Next?

The thunderous thunder Came thundering in a turmoiled town Timing my timeless time, June, you played a fowl gain You can’t spare us even for once That we may eat the fruit of our labour Who’s next? That we may celebrate tears …Festival of tears Nay, leak our rotten fingers After eating the Idenyi Ai-iko meat Udaburu Ogo Ukpoji Falling fellow lonely Your face tattered, like a pampered baby Swollen like a bread soaked in water Infected with sickle cell Your broods are no more Behold the grave poking tongue at you Your are now an lopped tree Behind a shroud of secrecy Don’t count us out For we are all victims of the grave ‘Cos to our maker we shall go To give the account of our talents –Grave, my son –Linen, my daughter –Casket, my eternal cradle I owe thee a poesy accolade For devouring my lungs asunder Now the gods are silent And the night is close by Who knows- Who’s next?