Lament Poem by Shola Balogun

As ill-clad Zlelponith bemoaning
The mangled body of her son tempered
Beneath the hewn stones of Dagan,
Reached deeply into her grief
And beheld in that frozen hour
Some human shadow of God,
The pierced side, the battered frail form,
The head smitten with a vile slat,
A woman's heavy eyes over the earth
Folded in beating scalpels
Seek deeper into the human misery
And into the drama of the silence of God.