Pious Poem by Otieno Albert

Whence forth the lords of Geneva gazed

Upon, hundredth an hour fruitfully ablazed

Of obstructed dominions hence fortified,

A longing into a spiral phase

Then the bombardment of a horrid stool

In a compartment of an amorous ghoul

Did the harsh praising-

Of genuine unity in fearful rest;

Nestle a memorable fathomable nest,

Hath the seeding of yon heart;

Corrupt the solemnity of my art?

Oh founding ancients of our world

Courtesy of a faint whistling bird..

Transcendent of telescopium functional fumes

Give silent arbitrating exhumes..

Of post-rhetoric colorational shrines,

Whilst misty tribunal rhymes

Constellate our emotional endocrines.

Fleeing the zest of an incestuous accommodation

In a superfluous collateral coagulation

Unify the dysentery of our lines

In a holy symmetry of majestic vines

Of tumult destiny, let us in bleak measures pray

Upon us crude fantasy’s wings shan’t scatter fey

For the pleasures of the sun-god are but valleys of steep;

Lost ancient gallows were lurkers erroneously creep

Mesmerized by the endogenous device of time,
Condemned for his pious pleasures as their crime