Sequel To Requiem For Love
I’ve not let what is broken
So remain broken.
The heart, though fragile
Is too pertinacious not to lie in dust.
So it is after she broke the heart
Harmattan is then only a foetus
When she suddenly appeared
Out of the converging mist
To fan the ember of a heart
She made lone to be cold
In the dry pathetic harmattan.
Can swallows return back
In their flight away from winter
If there be no inferno yonder?
True Love cannot be glad to wear
A crown if it is meant to shave.
O fated son of Anwu!
I came forth while my heart
Beats carthasis
As she kisses me, a death-kiss
And holds my palms to her breasts
Her succulent breasts, my death-bed
And my hands fumbled to her
Buxom backside, my grave yard;
With the sign that if the love dies
The man must die with it!
That night that precedes the day
The day she is gone
While I grieve the grieve of Hades
I received from her her very words
“I will never let you go.”
Which I hid in my heart
To forestall tears behind deep sorrow.
We would have sacrificed everything
Except to sacrifice not to love
Whether it upsets human and custom
To love is to live, to live is for love.
Is there one who can become
A burnt offering to a worthless love?
Even the Son died for worthless souls,
The king of earth and sky mindful
Of mere dust to be redeemed.
Do not prolong my fears, my worries
My pains, People of Anwu
A real and dignified heart does not
Simply replace what is broken
But to mend and redeem
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