No Church In The Wild

No Church In The Wild

A Poem by Alvin L. Kathembe

No church in the wild.

There’s hunting in the wild
But no gathering -
No cathedral, no altar
Where the faithful congregate
There’s only one sermon -
The hunter’s roar
Or the preyed-upon’s moan
They are Death’s priests
And they practise what they preach…

No church in the wild.

There’s singing in the wild -
The guttural croaks
Of the vultures circling overhead
Keeping the tune of an unseen conductor
The sad, terrible song
Of that moribund, orbiting throng
As they partake of flesh and blood
In unholy communion…

No church in the wild.

There are wolves in the wild
And no trace of a shepherd
No sign of a pulpit
No outstreched hand
To pull you out of the pit…
No kings in the wild
Just packs full of jackals
And roaming lions looking for someone to devour…

As it was in barbarian yesterday
Ages dark with ignorance, lies and deceit
So it is in barbarian today
In jungles of steel and concrete…

No church in the wild.

© 2015 Alvin L. Kathembe


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''There’s singing in the wild -
The guttural croaks
Of the vultures circling overhead
Keeping the tune of an unseen
conductor
The sad, terrible song
Of that moribund, orbiting
throng
As they partake of flesh and
blood
In unholy communion…''
You are an awesome writer and the your level of descripthon is amazing. The free verse employed in this piece tells it all.
As it was in barbarian yesterday
Ages darki with ignorance, lies
and deceit
So it is in barbarian today
In jungles of steel and concrete…
No church in the wild.
AMAZING. You're on point right there.

Posted 13 Years Ago


There such a pack of images you've sewn into my mind with this simple piece...

"As it was in barbarian yesterday
Ages dark with ignorance, lies and deceit
So it is in barbarian today
In jungles of steel and concrete…"

"The hunter’s roar
Or the preyed-upon’s moan
They are Death’s priests
And they practise what they preach…"

The free verse did this justice...as the words just melted into each other and the direction was so unpredictable. The transitioning to me was seamless though, and i like that as the flow of ideas was uninterrupted and streamlined.

This was a piece to be admired...
##Green with envy and so are Jay and Kanye :P

Great Stuff as Always

~M.Babu~


Posted 13 Years Ago



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Alvin L. Kathembe
Alvin L. Kathembe

Nairobi, Kenya



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