By Ezekiel Fajenyo
The decomposed- hearted decampers
are sworn swimmers
in treasured rivers of waste.
They ignored decamping to burial sites,
where vicious vultures value dead spirits __
theirs was to the supermarket
of stolen commonwealth!
Hard knocks of hunger they left buried in hard heads of stubborn stayers
before choosing an errand of waste
in recycled circle of crimson curses.
The desperate decampers are walking mourners of the living dead,
in covens dug by raging butchers, brandishing badges of brutal cabalists.
We saw them caressingly dancing, competingly smoking shisha in sleepy markets filled with naked hawkers of famished destinies_
in hired halls filled with hidden pythons,
waiting for betrayers of decampers’ creed!
In pancaked ,flooded
streets of lousy urchins,waiting
to slaughter
or be slaughtered.
We see them
with roasted chickens
lined in human skulls
biting hard at soft bones with over- oiled palms,
with palm wine kegs
waiting for next visitation.
