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Abayomi Animashaun

Abayomi Animashaun

The Revelations of Christ According to Sancho Panza

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Revelations of Christ According to Sancho Panza

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The First Revelation

 

 

On the day and time of the passing of man,

Mice will trim their beards,

 

Lace cravats around their necks,

Tuck plump roses behind their ears,

Before setting out in droves for the square –

 

Where they’ll barter for lobes,

Fingernails, and brows,

 

Which they’ll frame,

Hang on their walls, and call art.

On the day and time of the passing of man.   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Second Revelation

 

 

On the day and time of the passing of man

Pots and kettles shall reconcile.

 

Each will welcome the other’s black,

And visit the other’s house.

 

From the same gourd

They’ll drink wine.

 

From the same bowl

They’ll eat yams,

 

Feeding each other gently

In soft stewed mounds.

 

On the day and time

Of the passing of man. 

           

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                       

            The Third Revelation

 

 

On the day and time of the passing of man,

Hibiscuses will harden at the sight of onions.

 

And each onion,

On seeing a hibiscus

 

Will emerald, blush,

Giggle as one in love,

 

Then blue and soften

In the manner of forks.

 

O! What thrilling tales of love shall rhyme

On the day and time of the passing of man. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            The Fourth Revelation

 

 

On the day and time of the passing of man,

Sighs will oil their breasts,

 

Kick off their sandals,

Shimmy-lose their skirts,

 

Then lick the winds’ eyelids,

Till the winds only blow west.

 

Later,

They’ll sit as sisters,

 

And giggle of widths,

Girths,

 

And pleasures of the night.

On the day and time of the passing of man.

 

 

 

 

 

 

            The Fifth Revelation

 

 

On the day and time of the passing of man,

Donkeys shall bray their last.

 

Some, to their children,

Will whisper “finally.”

 

Others, to their friends,

Will shout “at last.”

 

And in the moon’s first hour,

Some, on their hinds,

 

Will step into their yards,

Stretch out their backs,

 

Then hee for the hell of it,

And haw because they can,

On the day and time of the passing of man.