Like fiery darts traversing
The firmaments in august seasons,
Hitherto more peculiar
We see the fleshing of this one:
Rounded tang with the adjoining forte
Of charm, reason and humble streaks.
When the keeper of you
Told of his spoil
And we beheld the incarnation,
Like agamas we oscillated acclaiming our sight.
Conversely,
With the pace of time
Froward without remorse,
Today yours, a crux in this cycle of light…
For we all like flora,
Soon would wind up our sojourn
In this behemoth gut.
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Kelvin Kellman resides in Ile-Ife Nigeria. He writes poetry, prose and essays. He was Longlisted for the 2013 Ghana Poetry Foundation Prize and the 2014 BN Poetry Award. He is currently working on a collection of poems, which will come out soon.
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