On the eve of this festive noon
Lives lauded with tune of rhymeless songs will sing
Under the influence of a subtle drink.
White cold-hands will clasp and clap
At the fiddle of radiant Ogun drum beats.
Dogs will get drenched in twilight mist
And frenzied youths will smear blue dust on retarded passersby
Mundane priests will March with potency towards where the sun swims home
I, Laalu,will stroll along the moistened path of dog blood
Lingering and longing for a luxuriance taste
                        — A poet's taste of that first encounter
Resting in a fortress of elusive ease
Eyes will behold in hushed silence,the proceedings of the iron god.

GEORGE CAYANA OluwaFIRE🔥
The ghost👻
(Acrostic poem ©2017)