"SHARING LOVE IN DIRE TIMES" DAY 8

DAY 8
   
"As fright engulfs us with flames
Sadness holding in hands sword
With the moon dripping blood
To pace angers of lovers taste
The sun yawn widely with vivid shows
Corpses from nearby graves lay out bony hands
Allying with loneliness to ambush thought
Restricting our thought of hugging joy"

"THIS GUY DEY VEX O"


        LOVE IN THE CEMETERY

Embracing nights in cold
Cloaking arms with trial of covering ears
Preventing our whisper like mourning gong
Announcing the final gaze of the king
Here where a wink sounds like earthquake
With our souls pacing around dwellings
Hugging disgrace for loud sound of heart beat
That echoes aloud
With sound echoes that shakes the sky

Homing peace to be calm in our lot
As fright engulfs us with flames
Sadness holding in hands sword
With the moon dripping blood
To pace angers of lovers taste
The sun yawn widely with vivid shows
Corpses from nearby graves lay out bony hands
Allying with loneliness to ambush thought
Restricting our thought of hugging joy

The bitter night turns our enemy
The visit of the young morning
Becomes the dreaded invader of joy
Homeless souls seat on edge of grave
Feeding on our stories told only by gaze
Ghost offering us their torn dresses
To cloth our skin from the angered sun
Banished spirits frown at our story
For its not cooked to grace their pleas

At the peak of graces
When lovers last songs were meant to be sang
Graves start to spin in uniform
Leaving us alone in grave island
Where lovers cannot recognize their own gaze.
The whirlwind uprooting bones
To add spice to our silence
Skeletons move in troop with joy
That their sight would curse our happiness

When traveled to middle of day
Hunger chewing up intestine seems a friend
When ghost were parading
With body and eyes dripping blood
Reasons cloud in cool air
Choice take front in line
Gonging the ashamed heart to pile woods
In hope of two strike of stones
Will lit unending flame
That will in will of grace
Melt the ice and free the blocked lips
To let out songs in glory of acceptance.























Oko Owi Ocho is a poet, playwright and a novelist who believes strongly in the course of African emancipation from modern imperialism. He is the author of two unpublished collections 'Broken Rhythms and Archer of Words'.



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