Persona Poem

'Til War Do Us Part

 

Down the aisle

I sway back and forth

With the dress of pearls zipped,

the crown of nature tilted.

Through his eyes,

I see Biafra's future unravel 

Thin and delicate like a Chinese silk thread.

In my eyes,

I condescend from wealthy trees

Uprooting the fruits of an entire nation.

 

 

Can my "I do?"

later become my "I will?"

Beauty has foundation,

but can my emotions

Crash his infrastructure?

Can war break 

Our wedding shackles?

But the feeling of love,

Happiness, magic, dreams, faith, hope,

can never obliterate

in clouds of ashes.

No, no, no...

 

 

My thirst quenches

in his fountains:

His hands, his arms, his eyes, his lips.

His fountainhead of all stays clear:

his soul.

Now he keeps one file

in his heart's filing cabinet,

I officially file my identity

into his ancient archive.

He will never file my identical copy.

 

 

Showering gifts of joy

fulfills my new destiny.

Familiar faces of jubilee

swing their shoes off,

But I lay my cheek

resting on his uniform of warmth.

Finally, I see sunlight resurrecting in war's twilight

While my wishes sparkle the sky like a shooting star.

Slicing our cake keeps our last glorious memory until...

 

 

 

Satan's

planes drop

black craters

of wickedness,

Cursing my life,

squishing my heart.

My ears bleed from

Catching booms and screams.

Dirt and tears stain my ivory lace.

I grasp his hand until my wrists swell,

running to our underground castle for safety.

Dreams I muse shatter in millions of pieces,

like glass figurines.Terror will bite again...