My eyes at war against cumulus
As the ink dries off,does lines fade
Ajar,the bloodbath gate of Hades
Pen now flowing moist mucus
Come crepuscule,Umuofia was drowned in lament
Even the anthills of the savannah went into hiding
For a pen's breath worth more than hundred cent
And just before dawn,emerged spectral striding
There,the joys of motherhood laid to rest
Along with the concubines,twirling like phantasmagoria
Who is the next ink to dry off in its nest ?
Protruded in the venter,is aflare agoraphobia
The pen's penchant,its survival shall defend
Behind a rusty,blotted sheet—
Are engraved lines not to be effete
Pugilism take over ! That pages might eternally distend..
© BALOGUN YUSUF GEMINI.