AN ODE TO THE LIVING DEAD
a poem by Joseph Osei-Bonsu
Inhale and exhale - their basic functions
Utterly compelled by life's continuations
'Increase or be decreased' was their fate
Tomorrow had no end, today was too late
Forth and back did they come and go
The earth revolved but Rome wasn't to know
Life by death is the sigil of these peoples
We all know them - our cherished Eagles
Small or tall, they were either thick or thin
Who knows where I'm going with this thing?
There was once not a single turning
The fathers fought it
Now there is constant spurning
The mothers lament it
Until there's no more yearning
The rulers of the Earth
Who were they?
They were the living dead
The sun sets the day into dusk
In darkness, light wears its mask
Night fears no man - young or old
Pursue heat, flee winter's cold!
Blood flows in their veins no different
Yet, aimless pursuit is not their original intent
Perpetually trapped between time and eternity
For each a chance to reveal their true identity
Accepted or rejected - we are awful or awesome
Do you now see where I'm coming from?
Behold, winter's curse turned back!
Whose son will make it through?
Soon we shall see the real and the quack
Whose daughter will see it too?
The endless summer ripe with much luck?
The rulers of the Earth:
Who are they?
They are the living dead!
Sit with me by this fire.