Stephen Buoro

To The Messiah - Poem by Stephen Buoro

the epicentre of sceptre
of nakedness
the ultimate Messiah to the mantra
of Earth
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?
Your silence
dawning the eternal Adam loss of man
Your absence
making men see a Satan between themselves
Your abstainence
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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  • (7/13/2013 3:09:00 AM)

    amazing! really is. i would have thought this letter be real (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 7, 2012

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