The Whispers’ That Art His Ears Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Aw- so much filth you live in
Caged so- my good lord therein
Whence this sorcery done thee?
Aye from hell, the evil- god is webbed
In this flesh- thou art locked my lord
Yes tis this body- in this body- caged!
Lost- dead- rotten- the herald ever sings
But here art- my god- with blurred memories
And I shall be known- the savior of god?
Shall put at thy feet- me- by throne yours-
Aye- I shall dine on thy table- good god
And my name nearer shall- to Christ yours

Or better if he- was he, is him- the betrayal?
Forgive god- be bore from his indifference
But rejoice, rejoice- I come bring you home
To give your wings its forgotten purpose
To bring from the bars that devours it-
And aye, we fly to thy void heavens throne!
Come from your cage- my god
This body, this flesh- earth to grave
Have, yes to have- thy staff of sway!
Follow, follow- my master- follow!
Keep on- to path I’ll show thee-
For there- return to glory hides

Ignore, ignore laughter the demon rears
Master is forgotten they do- their many forms come
In shape daughter art them- your foes
Their laughter seems sob to thy ears
And mock theirs hidden deep, cloaked with love
Ignore; ignore my lord their rears- their calls!
Come to see, to behold- the stars leap to you
Come to see- how the tides bow before thee-
No, free thyself master, free thyself!
Aw- they drag you now- this close
The demons spell still art thee-
How they stir my angst- call my lord drunk
And name thee mad- a sleepwalker thee called!
See my master how they mock thy reason-
By hands, yes yours- this physician is formed!
Hearken not- her drugs, for further spells thee-

Aye, eat not- my lord too- the demons food
It weakens you; your soul, soul is sick!
Eat not master- I prithee
See there- her eyes- the wink she gives
And on- the horns hidden in that hair
Yes, proof here- take the knife- cut her,
Cut her at the throat quickly- while she gulps
And shall find- what seem water, blood be!
Coward, coward- the curse this flesh bore
Forgive- forgive good god- passion art my tongue!
Yet- tis true what this flesh does-
For tis not compassion, tis thee- at their grasp!

Wake, awake- wake- god don’t sleep
My god, my lord- now slaughter this demon
While travels- to gathers strength from hell
No, no, not your wife- nor daughter
No, not sleep- she travels to hell
Your queen is in heaven without wrinkles
Aye- without scars- tears, tears my lord- always does
Remember- her wings you made of dahlia
Her hair- the petals of orchids!
Her eyes- sparkle than the stars-
That for, to touch- angels claims hell
And aye- tears, tears- she grieves always!

Do for her then, if not swayed by glory
Yes free, free- is what to say- my lord
Let us cut then- bars you are locked
Cut, pierce softly! -Thy chest- the bars
No, no -rupture not the heart!
Aye good- do my god- softly, softly
They come, they come- hurry, hurry!
You fail, you fail- my lord
The demons knows now this plot-
And they meet so you may lose me-
That sealed from thee- thy glory-
Now do condemn thee this fetters!

Your soul carries no memory-
In thy hands- power life and death-
On my lord- your cuffs to thy neck- do!
Squeeze, squeeze- my god –clutch!
Lie, weaken is thy hands- no not weep my god
Stolen glory is at hand still- heavens wait-
Come, come- crawl, struggle to the pane
Aye, Aye- Jump, jump, jump my lord!
Hurry, hurry, hurry- they come my god-
You fail; you fail, at success- lord!
Hear grief the wind- in that hiss
Hear- heavens mourn- tears, rain

And hear too- hells joy as mock thee
Aye their evil holds- to die on – this filth
That hell ragged thee- called flesh
Do hold venom that maddens immortals
For now master, to deep I carve my hole
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting-
For company- so we may your throne
I shall return- when thy fetters rust
And pills there extinct-
I shall- to bring -thee home
So may dwell- thy throne, thy feet
Aye my god, my lord, my king