Ovo Adagha
They moved like spirits
Ragged shadows drifting as beings
Distributing ashes of retribution
Amongst us.
And yet to believe in reality
we should see them
smell and perceive all things
In whole heartedness
We should accept them
Harbingers of our truth
Our reality.
In our reality
Our lives are fallen
On one another
Our desiccating bodies
Oozing with stench.
I can see them through
My eyes beginning
The images looming,Small
Negative
In stretches of imagination
And Virtual.
Everyday we behold the contents
Of iniquity
In fervent engagement
With reality
A marriage made in hell.
Indeed
I despair in reality