Fallen Shade Poem by Kevin Chison Osuji

The sun's scorching claws descend
Scratching round my barren scalp
Where the tree of laughter once scend
Stretching like the water-loving salp

The green feathers shade my frame
While the sun would come simmering
There I would crouch plain and same
Verses of soft psalms made whispering

Stout wind romance the yellow sun
And fallen! the graceful oak of veiling
Clustering columbidae glare as it burn
Soon it will roast under long baking

Here I lay bare-skin figure
In blaze I await disfigure