On the bushy paths of the rain forest, came he
The night's asleep, cold, wee
A knock to the hearts of the baobab tree
Trapped in-between, struggled to wriggle free
Gongs, arrows... Peering at his face
Struggled he to keep his pace
Like shattered dreams came the nightmare
From the peak down to nature's fair
Marveled thee to a scornful laughter
Dead he? He shrugged his shoulders
Smoke rising !
Men and women singing !
A campfire for the flesh
Still, trapped in a mesh.
The blow landed as he watched,
His vision faded from the gush.
The Blood Of A Stranger
Emmanuel Shadrach
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 09/02/2022
Poet's note: Ancient realism... Cannibalistic tendencies...
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Poem topics: laughter, nature, night, rain, tree, women, face, cold, nightmare, vision, peak, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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