Poet's Fantasy (Alone With The Gods) . Poem by Ifeoluseyi ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi

Shutting down,
The antennae of humanity
I slipped through realities
Finding my way into illusions
Heralding a new horizon.
And,
Amid the necropolis of the gods
I surfaced,
Like a launched rocket
Tearing veils of wider horizons.
Faces of horror and terror
I beheld
With voices and noises of wildness
Affirming their genuinty
And
In some 'Ifalic' chants
I voiced in a necromantic tune;
Stealing away their seriousness
Saking my very presence.
An alien in the land of the goddessAn alien in the land of the goddess!
*Obatala muffled in an ominous chant
And
In some dramatic multi-logue
All questioned in some poetic strains
Pioneered by *Obatala
*OBATALA:
come!
To what purpose or purposes ye come?
For no one disturbs the fiesta of the bees,
As no one disturbs the seriousness of the gods.
OTHER gods:
*Beni!
*Beni!
POET:
My lord!
Your supremacy I laud.
Yes i know!
That even as the fire like the bulb glows
No one dares disturb.
But i am perturbed for the Albinos came:
With all grounds,
Seizing all lands
Maiming all with a name.
Even to thy progenies dismay;
Carted away thy statue.
Other gods:
What!
You little raYou little rat.
*ESU:
What blasphemy thou uttereth!
For no one dareth,
The sting of a bruised python
Or thou art a con?
OTHER gods:
*Beni!
*Beni!
*OBATALA:
HmmmmmmHmmmmmmm!
Let him, who is grim,
Forgive this wise-mischief.
And thou o mortal!
Return unscattered
But tell those beneath
That even though all we bequeathed
Are long gone.,
We still pray and mourn those