That Fallen Brick
Martins Iyoboyi
Let that ‘disaster’ consume
Yet inter deep the thing undressed
Lest ages oppress sharp disintegration
Beside the falling walls.
Where personable countenance asleep
Dreamt of victorious minds to come
I will gulp in careful gulping
Lost erudition, departed,
Now in the slivers of broken banks.
Catching phrases of wizened souls
And the pluck of forgotten falls.
Consume them, posterity
If a hothead portent hound
That put in the bleak-home of oblivion
These fertile means of my father.
