Saturday, October 24, 2015

Agarau Adedayo writes

I shall come home
From this forest of bony branches
Where centipedes crawl into waterholes
To end their looming gloom.
I shall come home
From this room tainted in black
Where gecko swallows my prayer of freedom
And spiders web my daunting dreams.
I shall come home
To your waiting arms, Aduke
To wash the night off bloodshed
That rages down from wailing cloud-stead.
I shall come home, tonight
With fainting breath-failing strength
To die at your heart; a vacant slate of destiny
Till I wake in the warmth of your palms.




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