burying God
i wait in anxietyas my heart gets knowledge
of the sight before me.
with their Agbada's
and Babariga's they toil
diligently
they are soaked
in the sweat of perverse ways
i smell the combined stench
it is a strong smell of ill gotten wealth
i fear being caught
but they are too engrossed to bother
the hole must be covered fast
they lay in the already
decomposed body
and begin to replace the earth
with care i slip back into the forest
one of many eyes that saw it
the grave diggers
burying God!
Poetry by Awenlimobor Sylvester
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Written on 2007-06-06 at 12:05
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