Elegy At Noon Poem by Chukwuebuka Onah

Noon moon hanging its sword.
Gone brunt of thirsty bloods.
Descending maliciously
over the dead.
Extincted by bloods of sonnets.
My bleeding heart gone hurt.
And my dreaded veins in grey.
Tears of ages dried
in a ferret.
And mortals turn prey.
Cruel noonlight of dirge,
turned men into immortals,
to devour the bloods in cage.
Waiting not for the nightfall of nile.
Why can't dews dry their club?
To let the soil dwell like dumb.