deep, deep into the coven
Men gathered in black red
chanting of loom doom to come
Spiritualism shrunk and shrieked
Enchantment of idols of life
Chanting rumbles of voidness and
tempest and hailstones and hell
Devil’s advocates gathered in tears
Demons gathered diplomatically
Evils danced here and there
Shakespeare’ spirit called out poetic
Lines from the endowment of poetry
And, it went from marrows to veins
Jackson’ ghost created more music
that circulated the whole moon
and the stars and hell and heavens
It sold out in millions and trillions.
Achebe ghost stood for Africanism
Lincoln’s soul envoked outwardly
Okigbo walked against fire of lost
Senghor spirit was seen excited
Flora’s ghost gist of womanhood
Emecheta’ soul was seen around
Enchantment of life arouse from within
Echoes of doom circulated the air
The wind roared calling on the ancestral
bodies of Plato and Socrates and
mysterious thought of Nancy Mitford
Zeus, Ares, Hades, Artemis, Diana
and Anthena’s were all present.
I saw freedom from Mandela’ eyes
The world was at a slower pace
Her orbit went sluggishly and men
cried in front of religious faith.
More public holes and bars were created for men to kill spiritually.
The kerdecism dined looking through the heart of men.
then, I came back from my trance
with a bleeding eyes.
©John Chizoba Vincent