He shouted, in an unusual tone
As if to get an answer
He called, like an 'Announcer'.
Seen in flashes of fetish 'red'
Daring to call 'the dead'
To invoke with havoc
Its spirit, in for ‘hard knocks’
As in D realm of a film
Or Illusion-soaked film
Came a fearsome object
The shadow of the 'maimed' so abject
Need some water
My face to flush better
A reality? I queried
Thought aloud, so scary
In da dead night
A bite of fetish plight
Lagbaja, Omo Tamedo! the second time
Strange, devilish fight
At the third shout –out
The senses washed-out
A paradoxical end
A blend of spirit-cultic trend…
Ironically; a strange bondage
'The maimed' returned 'caged'
His 5 senses he lost
Wandering about like dust
A life of possible impossibilities
Rigid flexibilities
Wicked, yet appearing needed
In saving the dying and dejected.
Life's woes and lows
Created and drifted by familiar foes?
Nature, Pleasure or The Creator?
All posing a spiritual intoto…
Written, Edited and published by: Bankole Kolawole (Copyright 2012)
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