“Futility of Indulgence” by Ifeanyi Collins Igbokwe


Shocks of ecstasy
Tinged with irony
Sounds of hollow drums
Singed in charnel houses

A carrion death
Lurking in the shadows
Serrated shadows creaking in the wind
Chill breath brewing in the dark

Revolution
Within the precincts of espionage
Gruesome glee fueled by fate
Malignant nemesis pearled by dew

Esprit de corps
Peace sprouts in amulets
Warmth gently kisses the horizon
The ground shakes off it's sterile curse