TELL THOSE TO COME

 Now at the precipice of our struggle
Through the slender eye
Of the season lion-ing by,
From the boisterous main
To the solemn desert
Of existence;our cassava-stemmed
Upward-gazing lay,termite-eaten
And clay-masked,forlorn
On a soil bereft
Of Earth's fecundity promises...

THE EVE I KNOW

The fairest maiden of all beneath the sky
Enchanting aura, dearest of the nine..
In distress, in joy; shared in my cry..
She shows a care, so dear, so benign

The joy i know was wrought from her soul..
The fears i dread...smashed down the road..
Brewed in thoughts, i drank from the bowl;
Of love, of pain, of pleasures untold