As we all descend,
We receive welcome cries.
To this dreadful universe.
Like seeds we all ought to be safe,
From the sparrows and ravens.
Today we come,
Tomorrow we are gone.
Such are the days of our lives.
So adorable they seem,
Yet so horrific and gory.
We always struggle,
To stay alive,
Unaware of our morrow’s fate.
As we break the shell,
They welcome us with mixed emotions.
Some us as their Romeos,
Some us as tribal Heroes.
Others in defiance of arch nemesis’
Such was his destiny.
To those of his own-agony.
Like fowl they were tone,
Before his own light balls.
Necked they were,
They sow fear in his garden,
Splattered their seeds on his mountain.
A maze jokes he thought.
Like a chicken they chased him.
Gripped his throat in Masks,
Send with his soul,
Their blissful farewell smiles.
From many tears dazzled,
Bones chilled and clattered,
Others dining, hailing each other for a job well done.
By
Englebert. B.T. Chikodza.



© ENGLEBERT BRUCE