When This Temple Shall Lay To Rest

When this temple shall lay to rest
That the temple bird returns
To dreamland beyond the seas
The earthen vessel shall be desolate.
Then shall dust, dust return
And reality long created comes true
The dead weep over the dead, consciously
Numbering their days
The dead weep over the dead
On grounds well-known to them.

Awake oh the Dead!
Weep no weep for anyone
Except for yourself
Except for your perilous past
And your waiting morrow
For love or pleasure you give in tears
Does him no right or wrong.

This temple shall lay to rest
And temple bird shall flew
To dreamland beyond the seas
And temple walls shall become desolate
Then I shall feed a million maggots
From my brilliant brain and my sheen skin
Through my bone marrows
Then cry no cry and shed no tears
Death makes me triumph over death.

Olatubosun David (born in Ilupeju Ekiti, Ekiti State) is a Nigerian writer. He graduated from Rufus Giwa Polytechnic, Owo, Ondo State in 2013, where he studied Office Technology and Management. However, his special interest in poetry drives him. Most of his works condemned moral decadence and religion perverseness. Olatubosun is currently a confidential secretary in the department of Mathematical Sciences, Achievers University, Owo, Ondo-State, Nigeria.

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