Frederick Kwesi Great Agboletey
PRIMAL ON THE WASTELAND
It emerged out of angst
Emerging from liquid darkness,
Deepest darkness-
Inner turmoil, mighty roiling
Beneath quiet surface of turbulent flows
Begot it-
Bubbling to fore
From ancient depths it rises
On night of its conception-
Upon gentle unperturbed waters
A might disruption arises
Rising to fore, tiny bursts breaking-
One morning just like any other
Newsprint bore discreet call
From quiet havens-
Seemingly quiet souls
Stood silent by
Biding time-
They climb with sullen silence aboard
Seating in lost self
Silence of studied avoidance-
At the waste land
All ascending in silent solemnity
To top of ancient mound-
Silent souls trudge with quite determinacy
Till a collection of aggrieved suspense
Let it out in concerted orchestration-
O, uncontrollable momentous upheaval,
A roaring rose from massed darkness
Rolling like thick poisonous cloud-
A darkness rolling down
Eating a path of destruction
Gathering mass of wildness-
A shout arose, descending
Reverberating with absorbing intensity
Call of the wild-
Echoing down stream of time
Upwards and backwards, inner wards
Back to another time and place-
In untethered wildness
When primordial primal scream let loose
In misty wasteland bursts brittle peace-