It Poem by Seth Yuhi Musinga

Eyes like fantastic moons that shiver in some stagnant lake
folded like a white rose-leaf
hair was golden as tints of sunrise
tongue is like a scarlet snake.

It took on deep roar as of a cloven world
running to and fro like frightened sheep
face as imperturbable as fate.
It began to roar with that sibilant sound which resembles the hiss of a serpent
and turned on me like a thunder-cloud.

Frightened like a child in the dark
anxiety hung like a dark impenetrable cloud.
My face collapsed as if it were a pricked balloon
And my hair was as harsh as tropical grass and gray as ashes.
My impulse came and went like fireflies in the dusk.

Life stretched before me alluring and various as the open road
like serpents struggling in a vulture's grasp
my body broken as a turning wheel.
My breath travel to Heaven like vapor goes
And my head was like a great bronze bell with one thought for the clapper.

My lungs began to crow like chanticleer
my mind swayed idly like a water-lily in a lake.
My spirit seemed to beat the void, like the bird from out the ark
My thoughts came yapping and growling round me like a pack of curs
fled like a spirit from the room.
I vanished like the shapes that float upon a summers dream.