Shutting Pestilent Ways Poem by Simpa Omoluabi

Making mistakes of the dancing raingods
The lusty sungod open to shut down the pestilent ways of life
Against all traitorous odds.
The call of a bird of the twilight fountain
Makes its way to the beginning of time out of time
Time out of sanity is world beyond your thinking
If you've not seen the slums of the third world
Mr. Melancholia touchstone regards from your monsoon songs
Regards from your sad monsoon gods adrift in a hurricane
Bird of the vision
Spare not the marriage of the swan and the jinn
Bird of the vision
Spare not the glue between the tale bearers of simian leeches
O afternoon moon on a certain hot May day
It was fried onions on the cards
Afternoon moon cutting woods of the cherry orchard
You make crossroads angels hasty up and down the whole of the earth
Hasty up and down the hole of mother earth
For the carnival of white corn and white flowers
For the night of alien gypsies singing to a crescent-moon goddess
Crescent spirited gypsies making music in fields barely moonlit
Come friar's day come that Friday the day of friars
The day of honeysuckle friars dressed in the surplice of rainbows
For the dance of flutes and bowls of soured cherries
Bird of the vision
Spare not the marriage of the swan and the jinn
The lusty sungod open ways shutting down the pestilent ways of life
Against all traitorous odds.
At the end nothing is as good as goodnight

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