Black River
6th May, 2015
Black River

Ripple of magic
If caught, by eye, so beautiful
of neutral colour
And cast drops of sweetness
Soiled deeper beneath
A task to finish, before and still and after.

Cast intelligence-
Masters of innovations,
Slaves of the later-
Gather here-in
To drink and sober,
Your bitter sweet.

How tempting your glass.
In your dept,
Life and death.
For those lucky masters,
You serve as bread.
But curse to the indigent.

Soon, soon.
True to know
Your end will be a tale for the infants.
When old bones are decayed.
Then, a yesterday we will say.
For tomorrow could come another foe.
Delta, Nigeria
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