WHEREIN TO HALT

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Sr. Esther Jeruto Koros (OSF)









And here comes the tale of three avaricious men

Bonded in blood, bold in the ways of the world.

Knowledgeable, capable yet untenable!

Each outdoing themselves, in pursuit of the wind

So they wallowed in discontent.

For they knew not the brevity of their breath,

And oblivious of the dangers of excesses

For they knew not wherein to halt.

 

And so the elder brother, least gullible

Like a dragnet, got drawn to the housing trade

Buying and selling, building and rebuilding.

At a point of no return,

This like a prayer

Was his wife and child and heaven and hell

His lovely prison! He died wealthy

For he knew not wherein to halt.

 

The second like the first held a bottle.

From it, he tasted the delight of his life;

Saccharine, irresistible ravishing.

Gave him an immense culinary gratification

Upon his fill, emerged an irascible human;

Intrepid, valiant, audacious.  

In a bout of rum, he drunk himself to his maker

For he knew not wherein to halt.

 

The third like the first and the second, a Lothario.

Loved them big, loved them small,

Loved them dark, loved them fair.  

Oh! He was interminable, stuck in copulation spree

And the casualties arrived

Some loved, some hated, known and unknown

The burn out was blunt and stolid as he winked into death;

For he knew not wherein to halt.  

 

© August 2020

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