The Back Of Beyond Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Hatched in woods of Africa
The canary her life to live in thicket
In forest of breeze, swimming in winds, hovering valleys, hills beyond horizon
Perching on trees, eating ants and singing

As the little bird homewards tolls, over old path she sings
The evening, its clouds, its mild light, its breeze
The evening, its sorrow, its softness, its knife
The evening, pathway to darkness, shadows shores
The evening, its love, its smile, its beauty
The evening, the whispering home caller, its fade, its cross, its gaze
The evening, winds its toy, sun its tool
The evening tides over time softly forth to moonlight
Riding over to death
With eyes reflecting morning star she rise, flies

As she calmly sang came poisoned dart riding through
Her gaze slowly fades as she fell through, leaving her song behind
Had in cage, with fastened strings over her she unknown world came, over seas
Hurt and caged, she cried, her face lighting blue
They toss coins over her battered head
While her voice whimpers over waves, pounding seas
Many just like her, yet the call to home be her memories,
The breeze, the rising sun, the stars, the moon, the woods be her home
And now away she is a taken to a world unknown

With day and night in the bulb of room, her breeze in the fan
So here through still nights she flaps wings
Seeking to feel the breeze, to swim the winds, to taste air
But then in a cage, with strings of iron her narrow mark of freedom
Time nigh sings the old bird, time nigh as her soul wanders off into clouds
In caress of wild breeze through gentle storms, but perhaps a short dream
For she forgotten how she looks as she awakes dark night and awaits its passing

Seized from the woods of Africa
The canary her life to live in thin bars
Her beak that pecketh rock not flattened, weak
Her claws flawed and her eyes empty