Letters to Marion (And the Coming Generations)

On Delirium

17 John Nkemngong Nkengasong On Delirium They’re are cast away by the vanity of men to seek death in life on refuse heaps because their tongues are barbarous and their ways are wild like the wild birds of the sky they are not wise, they are not rich salacred on junks of sane waste cursed by thinking men to gnaw their dung and drink their filth and live like beggarly children of the universe flies nibbling their bodies like vultures would beck the carcass of a dying ass yet we are all men who on our first day walked naked on the shores of life tottering like young apes making friends with dirt we are all men bitter with the insanity of passion and ambition we are all men toiling after death’s dark desire we are all men clung to the faltering claim of wisdom, logic and reason we are all mad men chasing civilisation like children tracking their own shadows 18 Letters to Marion (And the Coming Generations) But where is their fate this undying generations on the heap squawking and dancing smiling lonely far away from life of rational men so chaste and peaceful in the mind wrapped in unfettered worlds they climb the imagination rung by rung till they reach God’s home this undying generations on the heap they are diviners pass them quietly because you wake them from the dream. Infatuation Undo the manacles of infatuation stupid little cud and sing the clock bird’s song Eve could not see the sun with a lidless eye no woman shall and Adam falls. ...