The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

Volume-1                                          June-2011                                                        Number-1

 

Black Eagles of Dark Forest

by Richard Oko Ajah

 

Black Eagles of the evil forest

Are the brides of feathers,

Blessed with pacy paddles

For transport into high rocks

Where their sacred treasures

Are cloaked like black gold. 
 

Black Eagles of the dark forest

Are clothed with rubber clogs

Whose snazzy skins are nourished

With its preys’ blood and body

Killed to satisfy their Sisyphean

Instinct…their luxury. 

Black Eagles on High Rocks

Who scream like a woman in travail and

All corners of our commonwealth penetrate

Through with lustful eyes which are

Deadly weapon for mass destruction

And escape-route to their hunters’

Aim