The God Henotaph Poem by Kojo Owusu

With majestic ease he rides on dark clouds churning -
Whirling in whirwinds
Of millinial chaos - the winged steed burdened with russet chariot
Bears his figure on colonades
Of time

He appears on the east with swift regularity unfailing
With beasts drawing his flaming frame across the sky settling in the blood horizon
He brandishes his sword and wreaks havoc on his trail
Capturing the seasons with wounded ire
Splashing the snow sky with blood

He hears shrieks from below
Which fans his conceited ego
Of Souls trapped in the wheel
of time

Bound in situations dire and inextricable
Their pains bearing fiery wings and obscuring the path of his endless course..
He takes pity on those confined to one of his captives

His pretentious mien twitching as if in answer to cries
Of injustice he descends with regal aura
Salvaging damned souls riddled with impending doom

He drops them in a lone island
Where Streams
Of forgetfulness abound
The hills tower to a sky glittering in illusion
And birds twitter heralding the unknown...

With wild sense
Of fulfilment he reascend to resume his course
a rescuer, he rains down the remaing years trapped in his eternal cloak
Keeping the last and some are able to laugh with glee finally...
And some too wonder with memories of those gone by
If it will ever end