First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Page 153

EGWU - Amar Basil
It was quite a lonely road
Palm trees mocking in great laughter at my gloom
Shadows closing in on both sides invading my path
dusk approaches, veils swiftly in an aura of dignity.
Suddenly like an unfamiliar dream, the sky was crowned
with a surreal chapter of mischief.
I have walked this road once
As days sniff the unseen elements
But now all there is are hints of hollowed soundless
screams of inane complaint of nature
Voices, voices
What are they?
I have once heard stories of gliding phantoms
What horror imagery and drama they beget
Summon your wit! My heart pleaded and plunged
Run! Run! Run!
Fear howled dreadfully
Still in extremity, my legs hesitate to hasten.
Gbum!... Gbum!... Gbum!...
The song from amidst my breasts
In synchronization with the terrifying chants
Of darkening trees that bewailed a primal cry
Longer strides I took, soaked in jittering awe
Far off in the concealed distance
An envisaged form of prudence
Staged in wait of thoughts passionately harbored
Splendid! I hurried towards an acquaintance
An opaque contentment embraced my being.
Intimately, the distance began to uncover
Then my deceit was unmasked to behold a crude effigy
of a gentleman embellished in Agbada
With hilarious mean eyes infinitely regarding nothingness
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