Kelvin Kellman writes from Nigeria. He's had works featured or forthcoming in The Stockholm Review, Leveler, Cabildo Quarterly, Genre Urban Arts, and elsewhere.
By Kelvin Kellman
A passage, a voyage, a mileage; a bazaar
abode to motley species diverse in fancy.
A long arduous play unfurls at first-cry—
each his tale and script, her fame and grit.
We are all protagonists in an epic playhouse.
But let none succumb to the con of youth,
even heaven’s blistering tool cowers to the
lurking shadows of dusk. For sooner comes
the evening crow, when the blinding stampede
of night-time bares its dreadful fangs, and
happiness peals to the impulse of memory.
In no time, all will be left to the wider
fields of yore; tapering to a grinding halt
like the muted song of a pendulum once alive
with vigour—echoing the sombre winter
hymn—of a passage, a voyage, a mileage.