They rumored he's still and hunts still
A purveyor of progenitors' will
For as magnet to a cruising metal
Does its tentacles battle
In the dog barking frenzy Maenads show guts Springing from mischievous nocturnal spirits believed to be bans of all native aliens
Who despise invitations for a landmark intercourse
That bakes effeminates with masculine alchemy?
I pierced deepest to behold nothing
But a lingering mischief about something
Empty of something so eminent of nothing
In that gloomy forest that spurns benign spirits and civilization
A laurel-short baton transferred this generation
I saw a rock, a log with stilled-eyes and lame lungs
Alive only in the feeble psyches
Ladened with maddened lies
Obsessed with awe of furious beliefs
A gaze at it, did this suffice?
Ants had divorced the revered log
Two thousand years before civilization
Even the agamas had deserted her
For her sordid trunk leads no where.
I pried into clouds of gloomy surroundings
To buttress or rebuff traded perspectives
Only the domiciled insects retorted
This solemn inquisitions as I tarried
Its vague tongues spilled lucid truth
And told of the unarguable I breathe
That potency is the fruit of beliefs
Even stones can be alive as leaves
In the garden of human hearts
Effects are grown from thoughts
Thoughts and beliefs are double-edged sword
That damns or saves as God
The shrills throve to reveal even further
That the sweeping raids of martyring soldiers
Cruising the dooms of alleged savages
To rescue doomed twins in the dungeon
Did banished the ogre to homeless oblivion
On that battle they left for a fighter
Whose feet stretched from a golden abode
Yonder the clouds where sanity align
In the shores of noncircumscribed terrain
And can't survive the heat of His vomit
Which burnt that inflammable ancient hut;
That elusive ogre was stripped of horns wrenched of teeth, ripped of potency
And driven to the concentration camp
With verbal might until forever is gone
I saw in a trance a figurine of caved rocks
Like a slave dog that homage crumbs
Penetrating live cocoons and plundering minds of hypnotic laity
Who suffer the fate of an underdog
Bearing loathed dusts of trepidation and swine progress
For ants had divorced the revered log
Two thousand years before civilization
Even the Agama had deserted her
For her sordid trunk leads no where
For in the garden of human hearts
Effects are grown from thoughts
Thoughts and beliefs are double-edged sword
That damns or saves as God.
Believe your conviction
It is your redemption.
Meet the Poet
Ude Francis Ndubuisi, born in Taraba State, North Central Nigeria where he had his primary education, is a native of Amasiri, Afikpo North, Ebonyi State, Nigeria. He attended Community Secondary School, Amasiri, and later proceeded to Ebonyi State College of Education where he was awarded a certificate in education in English double major in 2013. He holds a Bachelor of Arts in English and Literary Studies from University of Nigeria, Nsukka, Enugu State. His passion for creative writings has been alive and kicking despite internal and external attempts to veer his focus from literary discipline. This is one in a number of poems awaiting publication.
