He Was Here Poem by Charles Jagongo

With eyes angelic and piercing
With a brain as sharp as a razor dissecting
With fingers of a fine guitarist picking
With cloths and jewels so bewitching.

He was here.

A threat to craft-men's souls
A threat to speckled professors' intellectual souls
A threat to priests' butter and souls
They conspired, hounded and burnt his soul.

He was here.

In place, a void so vast
They labor in a world so vast
Magic is no more, the congregation is bored
He was here, wandering glimpses so craved.


He was here.