A Wife's Neck Saved Poem by GEORGE AMADI

Ijeoma's thoughts freely
A course wildy ran
Mercilessly, logic, time
Crushing
Necessarily, perchance,
In that order
Flowed not
Defiance, on her face,
A path labyrynthine
Marked
A countenance morose,
Sculptured by taunts,
Shouted
A spirited enthusiasm,
Unmatched by none,
Ranted
Explanations,
Devoid of sorrow,
But alive with venom,
Ceased not,
Listeners prejudiced,
Mindlessly impatient
Elders, sullen-faced,
to befuddle.
Gathered then, a mob,
By self-restraint
Surprisingly tempered,
asking:
'Where went your master,
woman? ',
'My husband's keeper,
I'm not', she replying.
Wailing sticks,
Wildly wielded
Shameless brethren
A defenceless victim
Cowardly brutalised
Hovered deftly, alas,
Up in the sky above
Vultures rampaging
Elsewhere for supper
These blood-suckers
Must tonight look
From evil forest
Nnodi's unexpected return
His poor wife's neck
In the nick of time
Miraculously saved;
Men indeed, vicious,
Innocent,
Unconscious woman's
Foes all,
Mightily shamed!