Letter To The Bivouac

Osei Zion

O that they knew, that armies' mandibles poked a hole in bivouac's eye

When air from nostrils sank into flautists' flute

When ogene's roar floated o'er the scattered nests


O that larvae crawled into white sand like isopods

When little calve drank all ocean's waters

When fishes found no dwellings

Or let's say eels' skin smoothe

Perhaps forlorn figures would rest at home


O that hawk hinted chicks, that mother hen turned cannibal

When tasty tunes summoned

When all mustered in the same warm bosoms 

Guerrero would live like jellies


O that bees, ants, butterflies, hailed not the drunk

When new wine brewed

When palace sacrifice a lamb

Cool nights would sleep in dark

Little puppies would not bark at candle lights in dawn dews.

  • Author: Osei Zion (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 3rd, 2022 23:23
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