The Tin Gods - Poem by Chukuemeka Akpe
A pantheon of moulded images
Figurines of gold with clay feet
Pottered in a frenzy of adulation
Hailed in theatres of absurdities.
A garland of fragranced opinions
Idols charmed with vain oblations
Trickles of endless tears of ecstasy
Devotees on bubbles of adoration.
A galaxy of fragmented icons
Villains cast in gas firmaments
Glints of moments and emotions
Gazed upon with besotted lenses.
An irreverent reverence of deities
Riotous festivals of obscenities
Laden tables of orgies of scandals
Cocktails of tinctures of abuses.
A scarlet python stretched for a path
Padded cushions for ethereal soles
Hounds hound bizarre menus
Tasteless tales of tailless togas…
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