Poetry

DEMISE OF THE HUNTERS’ MASQUERADE By Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi

Written by Editor

(for my late father, Moses Olusegun, who recently was rudely disengaged from the earth.)

The hunters’ masquerade
Robed in deer’s skin
Vanished from the jungle
He hunted well:

Loads of metal rotten
On the route to the smithy,
Where sonorous sounds
Of gonged irons
Burst the eardrums of the noon.

Weep, willow, weep – embers
Of the smithy are drowned
In the rain – where is the heat
To melt the metals?

And the ghosted hunter,
Swift is his journey
On the silent passages
Across the seas
Where invisible mountains
Mark out our own earth.

Tarry a bit on that solitary
Route. Look again
At the terrain you left.

Would you rather
Fold your arms
And cross gently
Into the strange embrace
Of the great gates,

Or
Unfold all harms
On the bandits
who pillaged your soul?

Slam!
Hunter, slam the earth open:
There are bodies yet un-gulped!

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.