Short Orisons Poems

To be spoken silently
In that unpleasant tumult 
Lurking behind the facade
He does not suspect in what wild fear
He'll join with her in a fatal play
Thus he sees his life as 
an outrageous fortune 
Like thunder shuttering orisons
The demented contempt of a puny mind
Repudiated into self negation
And subjugated himself into an empty shell
Infused into such subjective depositions
That leaves him with no refuge...

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At the sound of the national lullaby 
  My face will I hide, O Kirinyaga


 Will sleep not 
Your notes laden with saline saliva
hammer and bore my ears, 
your thoughts unfathomable


I have lost my breath loving you
because my name stems from you
Yet you chide me with your shadows 
that cover my path to you.

O Kirinyaga,
You will no longer see orisons at your crest
Your hump is a forbidding climb
I chide you, Kirinyaga...

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