The Enduring Catastrophe

The survival chant,
grows louder louder,
growls of the masses are
roar of hungry lions.

Elusi's Chant Of Fury

Feeling down,
the spiral weightlessness
send surge to my brain.

The Gong And The Night

gbom!
gbom!
gbom!

he held the coal-stained gong with overzealous notoriety
his thin foot battled furiously with the thick thorn of the bush paths

Life!

LIFE!

Life! nothing but a walking shadow
partial and wicked with irregularities like the meadow
pains like a needle in wounds
what is pains other than our lives?
what is wound rather than the tears we shed
we may live like this for long