Postmortem Poem by Johnny Psalm

The chilling night and the damp wind
Would cause the palm frond swaying fingers
To rise beyond its horizon as though
It would pluck a star from the dome.


The marble stones' glitters are like stars,
And stars spot reflected upon ogun river:
Along the river coast lay the crate of stones and skulls
Of century royal lineage by the goddess.

You would see the toddlers hurrying to cuddle
Their mamas for the fear of hearing accient tales
Exhumed as post-mortem from hominid mines
Whose flesh had melt into black liquid gold.

In unknown millennia world race journey
Started in Africa into philosophy, sciences
And tyrant rebirth with 'reality outside intellect' Immanuel Kant.
Had Zeus known earlier, his craft bolt

Could have leveled australopithecus age with earth
Before dark spot discovered the heart.
Nature is deceptive, ironic and metaphoric
Of discovery and the antithesis.