Heroes in Ashes The deepest sleep has published the blood of history in filthy flags Added black on the crimes The last false winds to guide cremated souls through times So now the germs yawn below sagging death-wells Wafting blood in modern times, sifted Braille grains recite bruised songs in the anthem Inflamed by this oil Baptising my pen, as divinity mats on the vultures eyes spread Middle passage with moths feeding on darkness As an ornament of dusty feet lit by gravest ancient We found cure in the sky pool inside primal insect bites Where anarchic sunbeams dripped poison on the morning dew. Rivulet banks, the hopes were drank by poisoned belly hang Dancing sylphs in sacred penmans hand Waded fiery ridges to piece words into a clothe Like fading gleams bidding farewell the northern shores. This is the supreme tongue of wild seas Sterile grains salting wounded glories clad in crease Calculated in the favour of the gods folded in eternal notes I imagine forgetful herbs that grew languidly on our thoughts Scarred walls enwombed everlasting the coming of a crowd This is inferior study of agonies sprinkled on heathen pots, But look how the letters vomited dirt greased on conveyer-belts Aroused to embed what delights assassin character crates, Immense, these shackled words reduce pain to its noblest. Bathing through a soul’s trench, but like god need I exist? My heart lay on rocks plunged on enemy beds Fetch stardust on a calabash breast, Yet thats where the filaments rut and pollen came Desert shores are grained on her thighs Like old oceans pouring stolen Zacheus delight Narrated in eternal thirst shown to the fig Loamy and quenched enough not the manifold rifts Cloyed heart wake up among the mist of dying violins Together as one, but a body is crowded by faceted cracks Flowery skies treat the day to mealy nectar The belly of our death is thronged by whats fed, but bought as a carcass Upon urchins using broken ends of their soul to seal holes on daily bred Cynic lot History of the salt, ...no matter the father of a disease Ill diet is the mother... We eat time picked by wild fangs, No wonder the tail is infested, but fouls a lying heart This is the brittle eternity promised by an immortal sun I am enthralled by feet, remorseful over laces of the past Of shoes walked down roseate blinking in a crust Regardless, till kingdom come The soil still yawn to be fed potent seeds of our sons And you can smell the future roasting our ash in heroic wafts Swinging vaults Storm has an eye, I wonder if the seers saw wet the clouds Where the rain all began? Set voyage of a wounded crew, through fever of the sea The devils recipe is black waste of the sky And the seasons better swirl and breathe Undressed fever boiling curly snakes scaled How imperial are the serpents raising empires from our own wounds? From the lakes of errors Recall a burning past flowery and dowering gleams deadlier Than praise and glory find destined shapes blunted I translate the wrought stems fanned into ashes Their sepulcher remained haunting the graceful companies of our houses They are dry bones leaking their thirst eyed on every rope May the hangman find favor in the heroes cradles? These are mistakes of a rivers coarse those maybe, as their labial doors carry my fauna Ill supply history with an ink to paint the past in a future Bells throated on the herds to renew purity from a dome breeding far. Bleak mountains like heavenly balconies Weep a crowd of savage quietude Under conquered slaughter, smudges unwritten bodices Flesh in sullen red, moments of a life Ships wrecked and anchored at the sheathed blades abode As gulf tear from the waist No thought is left by mourning, bruised place Sweet rhyme trickles comedy guilt in the noblest Patron of the vultures The kingdom, elsewhere is an orb the swine shepherd Hosts the tribune its fat massacre. Time told in the roachs neck, riddled with undying secrets of the closet Behind the gardens of death Walks out footprints stealing the burden of heroes Reward the honors an epitaph can ever ask for Appear with the shield The plumes of heroes in ashes catch decency of premier greed Quarrying plates Mausoleum, other impalpable deities have unmarked graves Cleaning solitudes, this is a sanitized jungle And the concretes still pour out mourn Kiu ya jivu, nyakati zimeporwa nyoya Hiki kilio cha haki, uliza uchi uliojaa kuta zap mitaa Hata baada ya kisima kuzama na vifo, matangazo hayakiri tofauti na makiwa Baada ya kuhadhiri pilcha halisi, kibunga itanifichia ufukwe na maradhi ya risasi Zilizoandikwa misemo, tahadhari kwa waandishi wanaotonesha vidonda vya uasi Ufalme umefungua duka, nunueni vitabu vilivyotiwa wino wa umeme Hii ni chokaa, makaburi ni kisawe cha mhubiri Jadili ukweli wa historia kwenye makala Chini ya simile, nyayo ilifuatia ni makovu ila inshallah Kufuru imejaa miongoni mwa vikapu, chakula cha roho ni sumu ilituziwa kutokea shamba la wanyama Penye mawazo haya yametokea kuna misingi zilizoharamia Tungojavyo mvua ya batizo, Njia ziliegesha gari hili zilitiwa lemavu Fungua macho yaanikwe kuona tahadhari za bundi akikariri siri za ikulu Damu iliganda kwa kichunguu Ndio kupitia mirija tuhifadhi matunda bila dhambi ya ushuru butu. Historia haifutiki.
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 16:27:59 +0000
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