DARK VISITATION, a knell.

by

Obododimma Oha


Dark visitation, the spare hand of Thanatos,
Have you come for the last battle?
And hiding under those slippery words
Minted by ages of subterfuge?

Go back with those smells of disaster and all
That make the land shiver
And the devil jealous

Go with your garlic, water melons and carrots,
Who needs a blood-soaked unity?
Or patriotism that learns target shooting
With my kinsfolk? Go with your eternal hatred
That pretends affection, and nation that sprouts
Only from one devil’s skull

Go with your bleeding yams and perilous beef
Your truckloads of mischief make hunger much preferred
Go with your burdens of hate
Through the highways of hypocrisy

A nation in the light has seen darkness!
Hopes to move from darkness to darkness.
Has cursed itself with the greatest curse.

Go with every sabo next door
To bury you with their patronage and praise-songs
Surely, the last night cometh soon, the last knight too
All riding steadily on the backs of anger.


October 3, 2017.