Garment In The Dust: francisthepoet

pauper puffy sniffy stinky
Dirty dusty browny tattered garment
Contour  of ribs drawn snaky
Visibly and countably undoubtedly
Telling tales of myth
Tales of fate or faith
Dwelling under holey rusty leaking
roof
Headlong wandering when cloudy.



He cud lonely and silently
A dried bitter sauce and a loaf
As he caress his one - eyed black cat pet
They warm up beside a smouldering fire
The moon watches on as the stars flick
Painting void and hope combined
Black painted lamp flickering
On the old sapele table
Effortlessly kindling tomorrow
As a false hope.


As he lie  on the hard raffia mat
His one-eyed cat pet accompanied
He dumbly slumbered in nighty darkness
And slept forever
The crowd of condolences
Wove a wreath of myth
On his muddy and dusty tomb
Where one-eyed black cat pet waits on.