By Anuforo Kingsley A.
The irresistible call, the urge, the pull
The cricket to the night fire
The kite to the smoke of the burning bush
The rat that wants to rear its young ones
Should avoid eating the bait
But does the fish resist the earthworm?
Even if it trails a hook
Does the foul resist the lure of corn?
The carcass pulls the vulture
As a man goes longing for a woman
For the woman,
It is material things that matter
She is dazzled by the glitter of gold
Even brass deceptively adorned
Holds her passion
It is difficult to pull a child away
From the thing that will kill him
When the dog is about to die
It no longer perceives the smell of faeces.
If there is predestination, it is in the lure
Of the things that thrill us most.
Propelled by the perils of greed
The Shylock becomes unwise in his shylockery
Social order is constantly lured to anarchy
As political and economic greed
Pervade the third world.
” Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer “.
The driver is lured to death by speed
The pull of the fire on the insect that dies by it
The lure, the magnetic force
Pulling all to the ultimate reality
Of the mortal condition.
© Anuforo Kingsley A.
Anuforo Kingsley A.
