at the burial grounds
man confronts the earth
and a chthonic power
vociferate to the world
under;
a convocation of elders
pick themselves up
long hours of sun burning
to pour libation as the ultimate rite
before the dead is lowered
into the belly of the earth.
in respect to the forefathers
whose cadaverous remains
remain begrime
of yesteryears
salivated with a bottle of schnapps
to assuage the thirst of the spirits.
they pour thrice
little drops of measured time.
eerie incantations
splattered over
the dead.
in a trice;
the earth jiggles querulously
whilst the sun’s choler soars outrageously
pours onto earth
in excess of a certain torridness
which dries out the tears
of the earth.
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Geosi Gyasi is a Ghanaian book blogger, writer, reader, reviewer and interviewer. He blogs at www.geosireads.wordpress.com.
