Ritual Killing Poem by Oluwole Olawale Michael

Death nimbled around at night
mouth enriched the smile
who will mope thier agony
when their lover had passed away.

Clad moped in a painful pleasure
liquid migrated down the skinny eyes
stars sliced across the sky
drooled on their faces.

Leathers cannot reckoned
their door step
foot scoled the street
sellers never sit to haggling
as people quiscent along the road
who will bear thier agony?

Murderer are much to murmur
and who will wilfully walk and spur
when they filed thy street
and announced their ill-gotten
riches to the neighbourhood

What a humane broken killer?
who usurped faithless bodies
along the highway
ism to ism and ism to captivities

When their heads and parts'
sanked into your stinking sack
motherhood tears in pleasure
how could they mete their child
resolute to accept visitation

What horrows were you ritualist?
spilling yourself that curses
when your emotional pseudonym
chased the shadow of greatness
and the man in inferno
watch your life in silence.