Apocalypse 2 Poem by Kolade Seun

Apocalypse 2



I see the events on earth
From the golden grave
Where men rest their eyes behind their lids
Where men rest their tongue behind their mouth
Where men rest their brain behind their skull,
Where men rest their noise behind their silence

The creeping birds
Are no longer for the nights alone.
Their sonorous voices blow the speaker of silence.
As men rest their backs beneath the earth,
The wild became the civilised
The lion is called by its name.
The Wise ant knows its place.

The water in the cloud comes down
To house the body of the hidden fishes.
Scents from artificial flowers are the only pollution.
Not the smoke from war,
Nor the smoke of worn out silencers.
The families are extendedly nuclear.

This is the world
As we stay behind
Our golden grave,
Where ants match past
Our bald heads.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success