Dustbeings Poem by Christopher Okiri
Dustbeings
The world is seashore strewn with seashells
Dump site for principalities and for powers
Even the thrones we have come to idolize
Are used-up spirits recycled as human beings
What incense shall we burn to cloak this stench
Coming from the compost we conceal within
Donned on us as mantles, becoming our aura
If we are but dust-beings filled with hollowness?
If there is power yet in an emptied seashell
As oceans waves still resound in its hollow
Then I am that I am being an oyster in a shell
Matter carved out of space, occupying time
Above and below the world is full of wonders
Within and without the world is wonder itself
Wonderfully made the Man is made of magic
Wand with which all things are to be measured
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5/15/2024 2:55:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Marvellous poem. "I am..an oyster in a shell carved out of space, occupying time"…. You are stark on the target…The Relativity Theory defining "space time continuum".. excellent poetry. MyFavourite as a reminder for me to come back for a re… Enjoyed reading, and the very imagery..