Last Eternity

At the bay

the gun salute the day,

the scavengers performed

the post-mortem

with torn mosquito net.

We left the radiant rays

and widen our virgin palms,

with seismic snares of—

the gleaming sun'

We lay under a molded rug.

We heard wolves howl,

growling under black canopies,

while the sheep twanged 

at the edge of the white canopy

somewhat, sky-blue.

In the open mortuary,

We still bask in breath

leaving us with judgment 

life or death—

Rapture too awaits

Wale Fidel~(HolyPoet)

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