Bunmi David

Aceldama
 
the shadows have fallen
into a pitiable state
of ignominy

chill breath of winter's dawn
numb
the ghostly presence of
a hangman's noose

the earth's womb, once famished, now blood-fed
but the rose buds bloom not

abominable
this night's sad tale
absent of a dirge
cast amorphous curtains above

the knoll's bell tolled as the head lolled
and silence cut its teeth in wind-orchestrated tares

Bunmi David teaches Philosophy at a Nigerian university.