To The Messiah - Poem by Stephen Buoro
the epicentre of sceptre
the ultimate Messiah to the mantra
the insidious herald, the sole highway
to the Promised Land
So naked, can you not see
the unquenchable cascades of blood on the squeamish streets?
So dazzling, are you blind
at the cat and dog friendliness of the mechanism of man?
So alert, have you been insensitive
repellent of the rebellious rivers of eyes?
Are you lopsided, masked or diseased?
dawning the eternal Adam loss of man
making men see a Satan between themselves
making the world the friendliest foe of itself...
Oh you the inflammable compasses of Eyes?
[Published in Printer's Devil Review Vol.1, no.2, Fall 2011]
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