Ark Of A Covenant Poem by Reginald Ruwende

I know,
Yes I know
I know how it reeks
It gushed in my presence
The graffiti a posthumous epistle hurriedly scribbled
Baying for it I couldn't keep them at bay
Astutely sleek
How they liked the reek
This world is not for the meek

Waiting in vain,
How I wish it would rain
Sweep spewn smirches of a saint slain
Into one volatile crimsoned creek
Bursting banks to bury the brood
The blood,
My mother's blood!
A writing on the wall
A restive raging wraith
They won't like the reek!

Son!
Wail no more
Like a sacrificial Lamb slain
My piety was never in vain
When the dreaded juggernaut roars
When the hound of Idai gnaws
When that westerly gale blows,
The blood,
Your mother's blood!
Shall ever be your parasol

The blood,
Whose blood?
My blood exonerates you,
From the condemnation of a vile clan
Thence the spank that sank your fathers
Blood had to be shed
My blood,
Your mother's blood!
An ark of a covenant
How do you like the reek?