Viders Poem by Warri Stanley

Viders


Carcasses are not lay to rests.
Their offal have been in pieces,
They were two thousand years.
Grey hairs and wrinkle skins.

They are like the mosquitoes,
They even flies without wings
Like the African chiropters.

Raising dust from their graves.
With hollow sets of dentals.
That is as good as straws.

Very Violent and eager to sucks,
Like the Hollywood vampires.

Viders, they only survive with bloods.
In the night, up and down they roams.
Errand-ghosts helped us to survives.
Lives would have been in their hands.

-Warri Stanley