THEY SEE THE DAWN WITH UNEASINESS

By Anyanwu Anthony

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When the last I visited the Church grave yard, the clusters of parabolic grave stakes and the old Church building that has received no recent attention. I amuse myself with the mocking geometric forms and inscriptions on those regions of the dead.

The solid geometric modelling of each grave lack powerful constructive technique that could allow flexibility in both the way primitives are defined and the way they are combined. 

Here, are the eternal resting places of great and successful architects, engineers and builders whose freedom curves and elliptical geometric parameters connected a series of control points.

The unwilling residents have symbols of inconsequential realities – Dr, Sir, Eminent, Hon, Admiral, General, and so on.

They are the pretenders, who are confined to solitude and state of incommunicado. Their wives have been taken away by less able Men and their clothes have become the inheritance of those who own their wives.

The dead are forced to be awake because of the thoughtless, savory and unending appetite of their former spouses, who make up their mind of merry on their grave. All so soon these Men are forgotten and life the ocean rolls on.

For those who held life with falsehood, it is characteristic of them to exhibit buffooneries. They delighted in mimicry, cheating and folly. They deprived and denied the rights of people. They bite the hand that fed them and being entirely void of reason, these Men pursued no point either of morality or instruction. 

The insects are better than they are. All so soon they are forgotten. On the contrary, they no longer sleep and see the dawn with ease because the night is at a distance to them. 

When their victims sleep, like Macbeth, they themselves sleep no more because they have murdered sleep.