The Collapse Of Chariots: Poem by Ekwueme Kelechi

To the East wind, we hear your tidings
We hear your good tidings of ceaseless innocent flow from the eyes
We can decode your whisper of countless lives turned dry bones

We hear thee clear and near
Yes, we hear your gong of sorrow
From the ravages of Cain's household

To thee Oh South wind, we hear the boiling of your heartbeat
Your zeal raging like a volcano
Pushing for a recreation of the fate of Jericho's wall

We hear thee clear and near
We feel the blood that runs in your vein
We see the warm tears that lie within your heart

Oh beloved North wind, we know your plight
We know your flight
We know your night

Your plight untombed our hearts
And its pain lie helpless in tears
Our voice, we give to thee Oh beloved

To the West wind, we hear your tiding
We know your findings and standing
We see thee burning

We see thee clear and near
Burn! But burn not to regret
Burn! But burn those of merit

To thee enthroned by the winds
The first among the flesh of Cain
We see thee, know thee and watch thee

We know of those beings whose belly protrusion were levelled
Ay! We know of the maiming of those sweats that once irrigated The Land
Yes, we know of the future Kings put to past by your bloods' sword

(c)EKWUEME KC