Creation Story
On a dark day on
pristine plane
Saunters a whole
black mass, stale stain.
Mercurial, and
swift like the bendable,
A planet dangles
afar like a faltering cable.
A slimy ageing mess
of eternal matter
crawls slowly down
as on a glass of boiling water,
Gently too, like
crystal teardrops from wounded eyes,
and raw seepages
from sweaty mass of ice.
A soul - a spirit -
lay spread in affluent stupor
With formless limbs
astride a sightless moor,
On wandering heights,
and deep down valleyways,
The form moves out
in countless heaps and rays.
Countless frail
moments trudge right on its fluid face
With minimal ends,
like a bland shapeless place.
Yet in rough and
tough, dark clefts of plain skies
A ton of love and
life, and fondness flies.
Then moved the
energy from within a bubbling speech
With boiling
strength in exceedingly great pitch.
With request for
light comes a great and lasting sight -
Bright new day
sighs, and there was light.
Kola Tubosun
Ibadan, Oyo State