Deep Sores At Seashore

By Adeola Ikuomola
A fleet of steady stealthy steps
In the dark-jeweled night town
Echo the precision-faring boots
For the economic state matters
With safety and beauty coupon
From black-gold smith’s wagon
Crawling into a deep deception
Stripping soul in dark sigh ways
Like the raw laughter of the sea
Rippling deep sores at seashore