Between God And The Lady By The Church Road Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

The old large bell
Claps in the belfry
Ah! God's call
Bell's sonorous voice
Says me a call
'come' it says
'pledge your devotion to the worthiness of God'

And you.
Stand there.
Skirt skimpy.
Chest bare.
Lips wax-coated
Beckoning me?

I learnt of you
Of causing comrades to harbour lust in their loins
And when they do
Do you not become their jail and grave?

And you.
Stand there.
Hands akimbo.
Bidding me come?
Me? Wait, my absence shall attend to you
Beside, my heart is right in God's briefcase.