Dearest Vicar –
Late came the regency bells;
The voice of your acolyte:
The mezzotinted voice of the verger
Rang at last for mass extrusion.
Dearest Vicar –
We all heard the fragile peels:
All the birds of riot
Must disjoin in the new exodus
Of the new testament of single nests?
Dearest Vicar –
Confusion and uncertainty
Reigned in the hovel:
The restive communal nest.
Categories:
mezzotinted, satirevoice, voice,
Form: I do not know?
(for Chinua Achebe)
Any who lives in time’s documents
Must with feet have graced the tunes
Of drums my verse clan drummed
Which every soul in highest frenzy trapped.
When the eyes of noble history
Shall ope’ to the unborn who like sentry
Wait for the cock to crow the herald:
Jungle readiness for new generation added;
Then we are the ancients and ancestors
Drawn from the once famous fallen
Generation – then as myths
Heard by the ever-hearing ears
Our tunes mezzotinted shall be heard
Even in this cosmo-jungle clearly heard.
Categories:
mezzotinted, visionary
Form: Sonnet