O. 'Biyi Michael

Poets are humans?

I've seen many Poets
                          Poets
Who sing of sunrise
In the Wilderness like one Forerunner...

I've seen many Poets
                          Poets
Who ring of sunset
Summon the tender caress of the moon.

I've seen many Poets
                          Poets
Who dream of dawn
When the night is never nigh.

I've seen many Poets
                          Poets
Who linger not to tell
When things turn around.

I've seen many Poets
                          Poets
Who Jingle the gong
When ambush lies in wait to still the human soul.

I've seen many Poets
                          Poets
Who some politrickal demons brutalize
When their Muses dare to dare the "un"- dare -"able".

A paucity of Poets
Have I seen...
From the ascent of ages
...during its Spring, through its Summer
To the autumn and the coda of the Winter...

At war-times,
Peace-tides, which
The Heavens Excrete upon the nations.

I've never seen a Poet
                          a Poet
Who lived and then died.

© O Biyi Michael