Your Killing Material

The spaniard sword reaches
the trauma's rat stomach
godging out the atmosphere
of its furying furs
screaming silently to our
late contemporaries
nodding down the slaying
southern sand

The embittered dog barked endlessly
bleeding blades dazzling downwardly
the bullet bursted the prickle brain
seeing the wilds tranquil on its prey

Squandering out our stolen stimulation
the murdering of our life's intermentation
the creator's creatures cremeing
our softened skins
laid-back your steaming sword
your killing material on my belly
to take pity on your kindness.

How I Wish (My Siesta)

How I wish today speaks

Elegant of leisure and not treasure
How I wish morning sun
Glistening towards the future and not tuition
How I wish today ceased
From lamentation and all suffocation
How I wish loggerheads
Gleaned to consensus and not contention
How I wish today's dream
Reposed in the hands and not the heads
How I wish mud refused to lay
Beneath the earthcrust and not slippery
How I wish love exists in the heart
That truly seek and not in the lust eyes
How I wish feelings are starched
And not stoned into heart
How I wish God grants His protection
And not His rejection
How I wish How I wish my siesta
Reach the heart of the world.

Oluwole Olawale Michael