What's Hard In Waking The Dead?

When a man die,
By accident or medium plight.
Perhaps crazed by liqour,
Or dancing to the jazz of 'Alomo',
And his wit lose their wits,
Till death he willingly kissed.

Or

Perhaps, he was blinded by the toil
Of sweat of sweet labour,
Or venom of sour spoils,
Emanating as savour,
From the lips of hardwork,
Till he mate and was to death
stuck.

Or

Perhaps, fairs of fear feared
His fear and his courage leaped like deer,
Hopping yonder to the extinct,
Till break looses and hell grief.

& so, the spirit could not stay longer,
After the fright: scarce lingered.
Then just as the spirit leaves,
Just make this apt speech:

"Hey Mr spirit, return to the dead,
And refix his boxy suit and dread."

& Shikenah* the spirit will return:
Haven't you raised the dead in turn?

So simple... You can raise the dead on.
But well, you must train your tongue.
   (Go to school!)
    18:10:15:20:47

#magicalpen

Josh Berry

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Motunrayo Emiola

Nollywood Movies: The Extension of Prostitution

Just a thought