IN THE AUDIENCE OF DEATH (a poem)

Silence bespoke!

Belial’s snare spread peace on agitated faces.

Let the progressive tears beleaguer speeches!

This uniform of death was written in cuneiform.

On the papers of the harvesters’ roast pad,

It’ll be taught out to the unlearned in brute quiet.

The soul is stolen from its decaying sack.

Dust to dust was rage’s antiphon of bliss,

And darkness befell the deep.

Let the tear-veiled pupil widen in watch!

This ceremony of sorrow transcends paltry peace.

Peace to the soulless still and sorrows to the burden bearers of absence.

Rush up the dressing, dress out in gloom!

Let the shades be the colour of our curtains.

Rush out to the meeting heralded by pains!

Let us gather and give audience to silence,

At the mouth of the deep to wave adieu!

Let us rush out! Give death her audience. 

Written by Ileanwa Peter (Nigeria). 

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