Adeosun Olamide Poems
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Season Of The Coffin Makers
Out here in mist, a virgin widow
With coffin just wedded husband
He died of laughter, she says
That was pure, untouched
In here the mist, a virgin mother
With coffin just wedded daughter
She died of syphilis, she hears
As priest turns her away
Out there in paradise town, a candle light
With coffin of virgin mother
She died of laughter, all says
That twitch sprouts in head hers
And silence in the cathedral
Out here beneath mist
The coffin of its priest
A veiled rapist night before shot- heard
I have wandered lonely in deserts,
I have crossed oceans,
I have seen the mightiest of hills and valleys,
I have slept in mighty shadows of death, of pain.
I have heard of you, the gods has exposed me the way.
The crow of a cock is unlike the roar of cats.
The hisses of snakes are unlike the screeches of owls.
The croak of a frog is unique like the maiden of your city.
The gods has cursed your town with beauty.