Season Of The Coffin Makers Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Season Of The Coffin Makers



Out here in mist, a virgin widow
With coffin just wedded husband
He died of laughter, she says
That was pure, untouched

In here the mist, a virgin mother
With coffin just wedded daughter
She died of syphilis, she hears
As priest turns her away

Out there in paradise town, a candle light
With coffin of virgin mother
She died of laughter, all says
That twitch sprouts in head hers

And silence in the cathedral
Out here beneath mist
The coffin of its priest
A veiled rapist night before shot- heard

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Godfrey Morris 22 May 2015

Interesting poem very captivating.

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Lyn Paul 06 February 2015

Certainly kept me reading. Enjoyed your words.

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Gajanan Mishra 06 February 2015

And silence in the cathedral, thanks, I like it,

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