The Dark Incence Poem by hezekiah iliya

The vulture grow fat
Crows call feast on my path
But scared of the bush cat
They battle on a single rat

The sky's dance
With cloud paused in a stance
The wind blew flutes
The ground a mighty talk drum

The night became day
To close my eyes bring harm my way
The sound of storms parade
The sweet sound my serenade

At a distance I saw a pool
The heat of thirst I ran to cool
Across the breeze I staggered along
All lost in a wind depression

I hunt for wild beast
With my bare hands their skin tow
It's blood I took as wine
I dressed as a man far lost in time