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clash of the breeds

Submitted by emeka ozurumba on Wed, 2014-05-07 05:10

multipurpose setting but one dimension

this breed holds a stethoscope
wheels into cardiac I.C.U
plod scavengers in effectual white
-lab rat

now in two set one scene telescope

that breed holds a chalk- nab cat
their eyes glitter more for sorcery
roost feathers and painting circled eye
nudity to feet and coral beads regalia
lightening talking directly to ears
germ hands from clay storey cavements and straw umbrella

who shall be the saviour?
typographic aeon syllogism of space and time
lukewarm and hookworm bear witness

act: +1
imperceptibly gone too is perfection
for the search deride
wrigerly of contrition
prick flame guidance , mortality of mottled

act: 0
my soul within deep ponders
hoping that labour reveals
gleaming jeweled , to the abducted
serendipity has played her part no says
blaming that death has no misery
the cavern silence clash gradient
horses to obdurate gorges
chiming of the shrouded starlet

flashing as stone fade consume quasar
breath slight virgin
winds fondle rasp ears by voice, and hair
nods its rave like rushing waves eternal
hiss tall grass glades at shores fuzz

act: aberrant back to normalcy
whose feasts we dine should not matter
spiritualists rather pour to soil wine
fatal to all recipe conjure grave-men
musk gouged a cathedral
awaiting dust
this is an astonishment for lemur they say
adjustments laugh at templates sanity
gizmos like combs, tie,
mayonnaise and salad
barbaric who never knew the book
and mirror; preeminence
clandestine in union
neanderthal poaches,
a two cheek wonder and assault
thou shall not..........................

the cradle only cases for aged quarantine
be you who?

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Last few words: 
this poem is about the clash of cultures between African traditions and colonial traditions in Africa.the poem starts by showing one of the efficient guile of medication we now use, which are hospitals. the second stanza now brings to recapitulation of our old norms of doing things, like using witch doctors to cure illness[they are represented in the poem as chalk eyed]also our model of houses were made from clay and raffia straws also we walked barefoot without shoes pour to soil wine talks about fetish libations. the nab cat refers to our old ways of life stolen. one critical issue of thematic in the poem is also the practice of religion. the book of the bible was brought to us and we were told that it was the ultimate answer to life's mystery but yet no explanation is given to us about the mystery's of life that shroud our existence like the vagueness of death, { thou shall not........ from the law of Moses)( a two cheek slap refers to the biblical allusion that if one slaps you you should turn the other cheek} this is a keen telescope into the labyrinth of the poem, the poem also describes nature in its personifies state, the poem ends by saying that the cradle which is the beginning of things also fatally becomes the end. this is the juxtapose
Editing stage: 
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Esker

Mon, 2014-06-09 01:22

Esker's picture

only the ill know of any transitions.......

grew up quaint village....mother nurse assistant
father worked hard.....both superstitious to a degree...
found it libating enough to read fairy tales and bible stories
to their young....the charges they had..

schooling with young idealists fresh from college..
the cities hotbeds for equality of all things..
and the world in turmoil

then,,,,,,hydroi would go out often and phones tooll
old systeems not updated..

then on the reserve the moderns and the traditionalists..
people never believed until those feared with magic walked
amongst them...then the moderns became believers
just like that...

todays medicine is purer only by trial and error.....error
meaning oops the patient succumbed....
a scratch can become deadly a fever can move to a coma
a cough to no breath in short duration......people will believe
a lot when need be....traditions or otherwise..

great poem

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