By: Olatubosun David

I wonder how it goes through its path unknown
Coiling like the snake’s whirling coil around a mango tree.
Ascending rapidly into the sky,
Riding on the wind’s back
Like triumphant king returning from war front,
Rising gently, narrowly, to the sky
Defiling the saintly waters over the sky
As if entering the heaven to scorch my Saviour’s face

Smoke sometimes scatters around
Rising, suppressing and diffusing
Entering my house, entering every house
Sneaking through my closed entrances
Invading my privacy, your privacy
Moving hurriedly in no particular order
Wandering about the surroundings
Like the wicked Cain’s scattering offer