The second phase of life bears the
foetus of the test to greatness;
expectations, expedition, expenditures
the might and capacity of your
validity.

(in the edible daylight he thunders)

The evaluation of your equality,
the frenzied drive for disparaged disparity
will be checked and put to place.
vanity.

(in the noon, as small as a cassava node, his roars fires on)

The ebbs of your conversations will
choke the winds, stain the air
and destroy your temples only to be
built back after your death.

(in the dark skinned night, he whispers; a sort of sotto voce)





Y. K.
© Yomi Morountodun