The Beatles Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Out of skiffle sand were they moulded and breathed
into with the air of lyrics,
but to the skiffle sand would they never returnꓽ
the four zones of the world

A wind vane assembly,
facing the world and backing the earth,
the heartbeat of nations;
the soulbeat of eternal chorus lampoons
this treasured island;
a cornucopia of assortments of green-vowelled verse,
rock-strewn for a celebration of ages eternal....

Lights to a wistful, gambolling Testament,
nonchalant whims
Lights.
And they shine!
Lights... Here comes the sun.

Here come the Beatles.