End-Time Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

An one-handed man carrying a basket full of water,
A blind-y-dumb coward in the soldier quarters.
A dwarf cannonic giant climbing the mountain,
A-day littlun fetching from the fountain.
A faithful politician leading by examples,
A notorious terrorist erasing samples.
A faithful pope bethrot'd to seven wives,
A sentimentally raw hermit wherein corruption thrives.
Talking trees and howling ridges,
Skiing cows and fighting berries.
Clean, neat, raw, pleasant, bewitching blacks,
Singing, merrying, elated, straightened arcs;
These all will be in the end-time,
All absurdities in their prime.
c.2017