the gods returned.

It was sommer better waiting in limbo.

When solace and solitude embraced tenderly

and serenity resoundingly echoed his brother peace.

We smiled-

but then missed what we never had.

We hated honey for the bees stung,

and the gods scarced the nectar;

hunger shrinking our potbellies.

The gods returned,

swallowing what we chewed-

intering appetised souls day by day.

In our wailing, 

we cursed what we knew not.

© Bunguswa Brian™