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-