by Dacious Kasoka
All kith and kin took after the form of clay; iced and mute, Winds—cold and raw; burning into their bones. Asudden, a choir breezed out from a vestry twixt the chancel and the pulpit; all singing in a heavy-hearted tune, songs of sad goodbye. "Come hither, and hearken to the holy writs," spake he, a bard who looked to be a preacher and evangelist, grasping the Bible in his right palm. Thither I was, as he spoke of heaven, a blissful haven where mortals—poets and painters, and all men dip and rinse in the fountain of youth, and cease to die. "Draw your knees, clasp your hands and bury your feet in the earth, repent for your sins for eternity is nigh." As an amen escaped my lips, so did the choir melt in the thin air.
Dacious Kasoka enjoys reading and writing poetry. He writes from his hometown in Lusaka, Zambia. His poems have appeared in many blogs and magazines such as Williwash WordPress magazine. He is a member of Zambia Book Club(ZBC). He is currently pursuing a Bachelor’s degree in Economics at Kwame Nkurumah University in Kabwe, Zambia.
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