Saintly Abstractions Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Rags of Saint
I acquaint scene
In way a sleep

A cluster broken crucifix
And angels on bribe
Where sinners be robed
And righteous is doomed

A burning dark
Of holy shadows
Course my slumber
Where untaught known
As vile hearts
Majesty in bliss

A saunter shore still
When fall sudden dark
A pace swift
That left a lost

The dark, a sneak catch
With mean exodus webs
That cursed his doom

I lit a light
And see a saintly in shreds
With hands shackled
And masked face
But as struggle constraint
It ashes came
Was self
A murder in hand
I wake!

But yet in another hell
Where saints be sentenced
My turn in dock
Inertia rendered
The sentences are heard
A saint in life
An opposite in dream
But judged by last
Act of a dream
A cast to torment

A filth once saint
Is led a hell
A fissure so many
I let gulp
A pace swift
My hellers be unconscious

As linger dark
A state unknown
A light march towards
And here a sun leapt my lids
With burning caress
I came a wake
To a charred body