The shoals below the horrid caverns of a lagoon
usurp all terraces and embankments,
just for the feast on bloodꓽ
crimson atoll
and cremated corals.
Ecclesiastes of the third age is unknown to them —
they who in all seasons,
without respite,
have feasted in flesh and blood,
including that of a famous guru
and those of redoubtable passengers.*




*A lament for the air disaster in Nigeria on 7 November 1996, in which all passengers on board were killed.