By Nehi Igbinijesu
What thought we’d never do
Did we shameless-loathed
Abased but our janus appeased
Straddled along frigid banisters
And lonely staircases creaking
With sounds disorderly
No inhibitions- no cares
Forgetful of nuptial daliiances
Wreaking gleefully at rompous booty
To stay alive pleasuring
At a gun’s barrel headward
Of a knackered-brained killer
Moralising our compromise
Satiated yet sorrowful
With filth filled stomachs
Drenched by a pale full
From the River Styx
Had I known that this would entail
The killing of thine own soul
Left alone I would prefer
Than destroy more than repair
This Poem is part of the anthology of 30 Poems titled: “Dirges of The Niger” By Nehi Igbinijesu.
