My Baptism Poem by Kpekot Egweteng

I know I shall surely baptise
I know my limb is weak
I know I shall be there with temperate love
I know they will sing hosannah for my day
I know I shall wear the robe of angels
I know I shall dream the dream of saints
I know I shall see my world in two
I know I shall hear the dove singing
Hosannah in the highest! Hosannah for a new born.
The songs' sacred sound on my surface!

Surface- untelluric- laughter!
The soul willing- the dogs barking
The time glitters- the earnest crave
But time is not the road...
The incumbence of my thought.
However...shall I continue
In sin that grace may abound?
I am fondless but not allergic
My view is spartan.
Oh! Surely I must baptise
I must baptise my shame
To fame and claim my name
Not my name- His name!
Why? My thought is profaning
If I must die why will I live?
How do I die two deaths?
To DETRITUS
To HEAVEN.
My brothers' intuition I question
Does philosophy unthink him not?
Does his integument the burden to prove?
Oh! Many enslave reason for satisfaction.
It most profit my gene to be late
To respect the ordination
Of the match to heavensgate.