Rough North Poem by Olayiwola Olarewaju Metamofosis

A stormy wind was perching on the floating clouds beneath which the bare expanse ran dry.


The clouds piled in folds upon the coral reefs where from upland domes angry storms did howl, ruffling swift and swift with rapturous drives.


The starving typhoon rattled and banged the burglars with high esteem.
Grating stones hurled with specks and grits stampeding the bulging eyes and the sniffing noses coursing down the acute asphyxiation of thoracic gasps.


This storm, I mean this sandstorm like tsunamic smokes had rendered mansions to deserted drecks and able-bodied anameic and etiolated and blind.


Under the maroon of sinister storm,
I veiled my sight and fled with mendicants and tramps and goons and thiefs and chiefs and earthly creeping things.


Kagoro rocks, under your aegis I dodged.
Let the rain pour with sulfuric smokes on the desert of the north.


(With Debby,5th April 2013, Kaduna, Nigeria)