Dry Bones

D R Y   B O N ES

Ezekiel 37:3-4

     Son of man, can these bones live? 

     ..O Lord GOD, thou knowest.

     Prophesy upon these bones, 

     ..O ye dry bones, hear the word of the  

     LORD...

Nurtured amidst lewdness

With scary and brutal madness

Wailing happily for inevitabilities

Kissing sorrow amidst impossibilities

Dying wantonly without a word

When stabbed by a scrubby sword

Hiring ransom from the Sun's corpse

Flatting tenderly the shrubby gorse.

Clumsy voices visit with sconce

Dry bones appear from no source

Dead also arrive amidst the dead

Sobbing and weeping with no head

Cringing brow slaps the marrow

Bloodstain crave a blurry shadow

To journey through a deadly wall

And build inhumanity a mall.

Humanity embraces inhumanity

Eternity kisses the seeds of vanity

Hell laughs as heaven freezes

Sorcery of the dry bones.

Wale Fidel~(HolyPoet)

29th June 2021.