A feat of sprinkled
Harsh ash ; above blood
Rimmed paths ; sparkling
Spikes of fireflashes
Rising with the lazy smoke.

Series of rumbling
Noises ; battling to win
The race of prominence
In a blissful chaos.
And mighty seams of coals.

Dusk running out
Of patience. The
Cargo-carcass casting
Out their Hopes of
Spanning the fields
Their shy wet feets on
Crisp fields.

Our throats jingle
Constantly with bits of
Beef. We have eaten,
In festive frenzy,
The flesh of the travels.

They have converged
Where we once seem to be
We hear vague voices
That looked like those
of our ancestors in
their destination.

© Yomi Omokehinde