The Visit Poem by TANIMONURE ADEWALE

in the guest house of the dead
where pain and mourn summoned me
a blood call of an impromptu visit
my dearest poem poked out itself
in an express tell, it loudly spell
"we fade away slowly and silently too….."
And I was knocked and numbed
A minute simile of the fleshy statues
Silently pouring me in, deep depressing ink
I flow in these letters and lines to you

man, o man
your beauty and might
and all that you vainly pride
is just the blood travelling within you
is just the red boss of their tireless errand
the red servant on a tireless errand
doing what heaven tasked them on you
doing faithfully and so true, so good
all that you crave, demand, aspire and perspire
all that you rock, flaunt, gloss and boss
all that you want……..

but when my beloved blood
on eternity's call, stung me a come
to see him still and his breed within
and stench and statues in cold silent welcome
of words and forms in fright language of pour
sit me a standing see, sink my ink a deep drink
of how useless and damn dross you are
o man strutting and plotting a blazing star
empty of my poetry, my poking, asking poetry
of how you and your days in lives fade away
hidden in the melted voices and noises of your earth
lost in the merry go rounding of your desires and acquires
getting tired of time, slowly bringing in your time
to come lodge a log gone in these stench and statues
with skin in grim grin of shrink glee wearing cringing blackness
of a nice nauseate of hate, stomach dizzy, calling forth vomit great

o man, how time will tell the red servant-boss
to stop its work, stop its errand workforce
and toss you a bye into that dreaded flight of earth
onwards……………………….your soul a gall or joy
as tears in tongues and tumbles moan your mourn
take exit after…….; after all, you're gone; and life must go on
in its merry go rounding plotting and strutting
of a blazing star, dazzling near and far

o man…………………………………..