When In Sheol Poem by allan who

Muggy murky dawn clogged with gloom the abbey

Where his grampy sleeps,

Through

the drizzles fizzle

As native orchids blossoms, embosoms his lost vault.

And the pew

lost its crowd

With the paws of time.

Lone man sleep

In deep latin chants

they petrify you

Before sheol purifies you

And litany literature lecture limbs you

When in overprotected embankments of battlements

They dry their garbs

Where your lore forayed growth

And sweat smeared

smelt breathed wealth.

Chagrin dreams washed ashore

lay as upon a cold mornings recollection

on a tabloids sold column

that drew your freckles bolder

in a savour of remembrance

For your zealous zealots

Who on an another 'all souls day' reoccur

revisiting the truth of their establishment
in prayers
The good Lord adorn you
Let Lekker dreams cradle you
Your consorts concert never consume you
And earth never haunt you