By Nehi Igbinijesu
Credit: thefreshxpress.com
Tis dark
With ants filing
Like a hungry lover’s obsession
Atop festooned nuptiality
Iridescent with passion
And comely pleasure expectations
O’ manuveures
Landings and trepidation
As a woman set to birth
Yet weary
Could not deliver
Engine blowouts
Bursts and frets
O’ blabberings
Descent announcements
Sitbelt fiddlings
As a banquet laid for mirth
Yet Kakos disallowed it
And many cabin burnt.
With what exchange
With what money
Could salvation yet be bought
Fraught will hollows
Wasted ambitions
Ending all the cries and groans.
