Academic journal article Cross / Cultures

Half a Century Death

Academic journal article Cross / Cultures

Half a Century Death

Article excerpt

If how the minstrel bears ash explains

why the colour of the sky is blue

then there is no need to labour and toil daily.

It wears you out too soon on

In the theatre, on stage, the players play your words.

Know this: the cap falls

off your head. Death knocked your life down

You've written the words, played and danced the words.

Your legacies, light for those who follow the words

the pages of time; the metaphor of death.

Half a century's like a blink.

It tears the shade, no rest

Like the formation of seamen. Moments later it dies

Could you see? Yes -

So sudden, moments of excellence the minstrel departs

so mindlessly the owl hoots by your side

Ascend the rhythmic flow. Am waiting, watching

where words and footprints salute one another

Drama, dance and poetry embroiled

Like canvas thrilling with refreshing candour

Each sentence, each phrase and each metaphor

each moment the stars

evaluate your testimony of words

of excellence on the cemetery road

And they differ, certainly they differ. Each cadence

of words printed on the pages of time, inflorescence

Each asks: will hard work ever last, will

1 conspire against my image printed on leaves?

Consider first, the other side of the mask

Carved with precision on the road to ascension

After moments of denials. You murdered death?

Unevenly play the dirge towards the cemetery road.

Your performance strategy thrilled those

in the house of words who profess truth;

the Soyinkan model, the Shakespearean compass.

Cultural appropriation to the core. Half a century plague.

Creative, one, like pollination, east and west. …

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