Quiet Shadows Scream
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Felix Bongjoh
Felix Bongjoh, currently living in Boston, Massachusetts, is an International Human Capital Development Consultant, who previously worked for an international organization for some 30 years. In addition to the present twenty-fifth book, Saddle On Thunder, Bongjoh has previously published 24 books of poetry, as follows: (i) Chorus on a Bridge; (ii) Broken Gloss of Bliss; (iii) Nightfall at Dawn; (iv) When Dusk Hoots; (v) Weeds of Jewelry; (vi) Season of Flowers; (vii) The Ineluctable Spin; (viii) Gloom’s Sprout of Love; (ix) Spectrum of Zephyrs; (x) Whistles in the Wind; (xi) The Sun Still Glitters; (xii) Cliff of Sirens; (xiii) Quiet Shadows Scream; (xiv) Angle of Angels; (xv) Sculpted Out of Sky; (xvi) Feathers of Fur; (xvii) Through Sundry Waves; (xviii) Beyond Dying Ripples; (xix) Doors to Eris; (xx) Outskirts of Inner Bowl; (xxi) Ebbing Out, Bouncing Back; (xxii) Tailored To The Stars; (xxiii) A Storm Wave’s Reach; and (xxiv) Isles Of Light.
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Quiet Shadows Scream - Felix Bongjoh
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Contents
Prologue
Bunches of somber bouquets
Shadows on meadows
Breakfast after a crimson spree
A torture tail’s tale
Silhouette
Spiders
Words of a departing young man
Crozier or tree
Caterpillar
Blood paste and mud
Moon fetchers
Mangled hand
Spherical
Regret
A way forward
Machete morning
As if all rolls along
Larger than the mind
The grave
One of them
Cushions between bodies
Just before the burial
The giant wound
Seedling in the storm
Baobab trees in the storm
Storm and fate
Boom and bang
Brown clouds and coal night
Groaning storms of life
Your best friend
Her worst enemy
A river and its invisible hand
Waiting by a large garage
Fighting back
Follow the petrels
Protected by forest kings
The sermon
Mineshaft of forest rain
A long bridge of potholes
Watershed by a desert’s edge
A cloud
The shape of truth
Streets on the head
Where’s mum gone?
Bugs of a busy morning
A knight’s castle
Flamed arrow
Albatross
Narrow lanes
Epilogue
The knoll
The long short road
Prologue
Bunches of somber bouquets
(i)
A mountain collapses
A broken shore relapses,
Door through apses,
To sacred blood
At our feet
As rhinos rush and shove
With elephant trunks
And find guise
Of torn mice
On stretches of flesh
Home on far shore
Muzzle-eyed eagles have
Tasted red milk
Dropped by one big ray
Showering
With glowing light on
Earth canvass
Where night-eyed soldiers
Each on frail paws
Boots their own heads
As they stand on their heads
And sit on leaf feet
Heavy with claws triggering canons
Of kicks and butts
Ploughing through earth
Muddy with blood.
(ii)
At crater’s edge
A young man a young lamb
Kicked
From boot to boot
And butted with Goliath’s hand:
Has lightning slashed sun,
A deep hole dug
Into death, the only depth
Shining with a red
Bleeding mouth
Red bleeding chest?
How does a cloud bark
With thunder
And sketch trembling zigzags
In one light-fed cut
Across the sky, the same cruel
Surgeries performed
By straight bullets with shark-toothed
Mouths wriggling in
With nails, a rhino tooth broken
Merely scrubbing flesh
A red bleeding cry
And other bleeding cries diminishing
Into rattles
A nightingale intones
The bells of dying
As blood drops
In ringing intervals and red streams
Flow into flooded rivers.
A hippo on a BIR soldier’s chest
Relishes fireflares
In flying bunches of burning flowers
From which wounds snatch
New colors
From red gardens, where BIR
Soldiers tie
More bunches of bouquets
For a feast of blood, last rattles
The chorus of a monotonous threnody.
Shadows on meadows
(i)
Shadows on meadows
O these widows
And children among shriveled willows
By long broken shadows from windows
Dangling: We’re all snaky ferns
Of ourselves, we’re all creeping
With sheep, and terns
Flying over red seas - and drifting
We’ve been quiet shadows, hearts singing
When bleating bleeding life is burning,
The surviving lone cow still mooing
As it toboggans through with sides creeping
Along the bowing rolling ferns
We’ve been the hiding trenches
The thirst a baboon soldier quenches
With long arms to mangle.
With short arms to make us dangle
And drop with a strange sigh,
When retreating skies are too high
And muzzles speak only with dead people
As sighing arcs wheeple,
Like warblers and curlews sailing home
When trenches our only dome
Built by ditches soldiers dig into flesh,
Every septic feeling fresh.
(ii)
Fresher than water we cannot drink,
For blood rivers aren’t ready to shrink.
We’re still shadows of ourselves
On meadows, leopards serving themselves
On nests of eggs hatched to burn
Down bungalows of conscience we earn.
When BIR soldiers fly from rocks,
Jump out from docks
Of strayed conscience never to burn
As vultures by blood each wait for a turn
As flames approach, den guns still to learn:
For whirlpools of desire
Often turn into a deluge
Of fears fueling only fire
In which we cannot take refuge.
But there’s no better home
Than the shell-enclosed spirit of a dome
The everlasting welwitschia’s straps
Where the tardigrade’s eternal wit unwraps.
Breakfast after a crimson spree
(i)
At the foot of a cliff,
The sun slashes itself
Into crumbs,
And muddy pastes
We can still eat,
Our wooden mouths
Numb like sealed prisoners’
On a hunger strike,
On tree tops, while their hearts
Bleat and bleed and beat
Only in an abyss
Below a tree’s roots
Planted