LOKOGMA
The last 800m to 1km stretch of road to my house in the Capital City is a sordid dirt road orphaned and abandoned by successive governments in the last 10 to 15 yrs. Perhaps even longer if one cared to inquire or investigate.
The road like a raging wavy murky red river riddled with potholes curvi-meanders spreadeagle and fractured beneath the jealous Sun. Confronting and forcing each driver into a bout of nerves as they make to cross this modern day parody of the biblical red sea.
– alex Feb. 2019
This is an Emergency
Busy Bee
“How doth the little busy bee to improve each passing hour and maintain every flower…” I think it goes something like that
SIR GODDY GOES FORTH
And so it begins.
The choir’s melliferous chorus blares.
Congregants stand up
from stolid hand carved chairs of oak
aptly called pews.
Exhibiting dark hues
of nightly black and dappled grey
In the teary ides of May
Before proceeding to purr and mew
A goodly hymn
in strangulated yet functional unison.
Alas! One by one they walked in,
the Popish knaves
in the gloomy garish levery
of societal buffoonery.
Caricatures of the Knights of yore.
With the vicars of Christ in close tow.
This is it, my learned brother goes forth
in a Roman Synagogue
in this dingy, noisy yet comely town.
This microcosmos of harsh,
short, brutish human existence.
The priests speak and read flowery words
from the book to make us all feel at ease
in the assumed solemnity of it all.
The censer’s purifying dipuration
dispatches angels and demons alike
from the altar back to hades and paradise.
Buttons click and lights flash
making a digital record of events
for a later viewing at a later date.
To be born. To live. To die.
This is the cycle of life.
Rest in peace Sir Godwin.
Gentle learned Papal Knight.
Alex Wodi, May 2010 (For Juliet’s Daddy)
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