I Have found Death’s Hiding Place






Shh! guys listen carefully

i have found her hiding place

covered in the head of the green leave’s sky

where she penetrate all man’s place

I found her during my hunt last night

with animals not finding a skin in her crib

Her bed she found a home

in the center of no man’s woods

crested in the habitat’s eye filled

with the bones of her client glittering in the morning sands


the canopy of her roof

she smeared with bleeding heart tears

Gentlemen and Ladies! Trust me

i have watched her walk

i rest my stay million of hours in the day


as i say

she found her sleep

she found her sleep covered in men’s dreams

her golden laid tooth axe lie by the foot of her bed

she breathes slowly in a take

dressed in tattered golden robe of man

with an ugly looking donkey staring behind her feel


arise courageous men

let us hurry and capture her dreams

leaving her in a no man’s grip








photo credit: joakimoloofsson.deviantart.com



About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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