Too many drops from a thousand eye,
Too heavy the legs hardly can walk again,
No longer strong the neck, the head it cannot carry,
Too weird for the eyes alone to see.
IT IS A RED HARVEST
The birds, all in the cardinal points scattered,
Chanting and chirping in solitary,
The woodpecker tirelessly I see, eaten to death the umbrella tree,
The tree, the leaves, it shed out of season, why?
IT IS A RED HARVEST
The vanity oh! Vanity I sing,
The earthquake, it is I say, the walls on the ground,
The rain has driven outside I say its inhabitants,
The wind has blown letting naked the red anus of the chicken.
IT IS A RED HARVEST
Sing it only not but dance also,
The meeting point of Mississippi and ocean Atlantic,
So dark for the seers to interpret,
An ancestress I say an ancestress off there she paddled alone.
IT IS A RED HARVEST
It is a dance between the Peacock and the Ostrich,
The Darkness, hold it takes the poor merchants,
It is a sign, the coming is here,
Not too much to say the rapture of the chosen.
IT IS A RED HARVEST
Come let us gather our pieces,
Come let us inquire from the Ancestors,
Come let us measure our tears,
Come, oh! Come, not too long I say, the farm nothing shall left.
-Joshua Nnadimma Ayozie
21st September 2021.
its Dirge, simple. I loss her when I needed her most. In memory of Mrs. Martina Osueke.