Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna
Prisons And Graves - Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna
Now, I have searched the capacious darkness
Kindled by rootless kernel-oil lanterns.
I have also peered through abstract valleys
That spark of light, lit by waxy candles
Fueling macabre dancing in all space,
Undaunted by hidden perils that chase
To crumble and weaken its fatal kick
And spite its voracious term ’round the wick.
I have tried hard to unbundle burdens
That hide endeavours in contrived mountains.
I have seen light that invisible rays
Thrust on scenic nature in sundry ways,
That did not provoke our minds any less
Than to set delight that unbottled stress
In the vanity of all the struggles
To defer the passing call that boggles.
Now that I have felt the melting hotness
That earthed deadly vampires and monsters
Along the savannah’s darkest bush path
Amidst all the dangers that ambled forth
I could hear no more the high sounds of dream
That emanated from light in the realm
And spared our fortuitous fathers the pains,
And woes of living in prisons and graves.
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©Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna
Uwani, Enugu, Nigeria
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