Mourning Early In The Morning

by

Clarius Ugwuoha

It broke my heart,
This sadness of the day
As with sweeping gales
Cloud-topped sky
Mourned a son that went under the sod

The feeling was disorienting
Trees - confused mesh of crash and sough -
Wriggled and bent under the strain
Beasts with springs on their hoofs
Raced about in restless groups for some alcoves within

Above,
Restless feet of macabre men
Clad in clothes decked with dead colours
Scudded across, mute, dragging and solemn procession
Scattered thunder-cries answered
By mumbled purrs
In toneless waves
Rose and grew disorienting.

Mourning so early in the morning
It was dead feeling and it broke my heart
Flung and ripped it in literal slits

Sky,
Do you still cry?
earthmen pour libations to the gods
Coercing some more of your sons to the dead
Wring tears from your eyes to wake the sleeping world
Into triumphant dances as labouring earth
Give birth to sappy crops....

Must you, Sky
Still cry
And bath clean your foes
with your tears?

Condolence paid out -
The sharp rays of the sun forced a wan smile
On the grieving one!

NEXT?
Why don't you look at The internal demons
by: Jerry Marty
from: Auckland, NZ

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