Harvest (A Trilogy) Poem by TANIMONURE ADEWALE

ONE

"Hahahahahahahahaha! ! ! ! "

i tick the trickling time of your heart
set in a fast paced, rat raced end of nought
burying your precious life for my rise of worthless death
in traitor riches of an annihilating amassment
and you lose his gain for my vain
forever lost in the hell of my heart in eyes
rich reddest ripe
trickling slowly fast the sweetest hate within seen.

TWO

the sweetness of terror
in the deepness of horror
shrinks my ink in fright of freeze

behold
callous craftiness in cunning cuff of call
of tempting taste of a sense's sensuous fall
an invite of worms womb rich in pregnant rot
of delicious decay blind in a mind's fold of nought
takes a guided, guarded watch of a self destruct
onwards a chill of feet, six in plan of instruct

oh! where is the angel of sorrow
to bellow the looming loss of a tomorrow?
life is in a serious cell of "OH NOO! ! ! "
and heavens' eyes rains a cat and dog of flow.

THREE

never scream your frightened prayers at me
whose mouth made a dross toss of my heart and hands
and killed my voice in horror of rich rot pleasures of pukes
never seek for my unseen oblivion please
for I have been buried in your long lust lost
of the eyes, flesh and heart
his eyes, flesh and heart

the time ticks a harvest of gory
and its sickle sicks a pleasure of dark story;
never be high pitched at its deep simile throat seek
and never rumble a resonating quake of its fear feast
for the reward is black ripe of a red hot sorrowing
and hades hungers hell fill in a piercing thrill kill

so,

let your begging prayers go
let six feet of summon do as told
let my drossed oblivion wave your bye of sorrow
let hades have its meal of nasty shudders, cold.

THE CROSS. MY DROSS.
THE LOSS. MY TOSS.