I come in
peace
For an Elewele
Rustic
feeling of an exhale
Not a
distant feeling
Like a
strainer leaking the ointment of secrecy
Not enough to
distance a bedlam of hope
And the
ragged paths of Elewele
Are just the
harvest of hope
Like some sickled
eyelashes of the mawmaw
Jostling the
jigsaw notes
Of the past
And the
present,
sown in
tedious note ;
In ablative
cesspit of honour
He raced
along leeching on drenched feathers
To nag the plugging
distance of strife that has no end
So the long
journey to the ignoble feat of life.
Elewele laughs
Elewele threw up the jaded gourds to the
beats
Elewele laughs
Elewele dances
The staccato
of laughs and of dances
To the leap of sudden trance
Of not
knowing,
It was a dance
of no return
Even when
the peace will not come.
I come
in peace.