#rectitude
I. SFEM
The giddy peacock, proud and pale,
Pawns his priceless, preened plumage
At the market of fox
He has sapped off fear
Of egg-drop syndrome
And coccidiosis
Of aspergillosis
And the plundering hawks
That hover from the west
Eleven peacock feathers
Now exchange for a crow's
Indeed the phoenix
Has found his peers
In the market of death.
— And the feather learns the weight of flight too late. —
II. REQUIEM
The well wrought scale of Rectitude
Smelted in the furnace of impulsiveness
Sword of Aurora
Recast into swagger sticks
Archetypal voice of Orunmila
Choked with treasures from mammon
The teacher corrects a child's script with a shaking hand,
His salary a rumour, his pension a myth—
While the octopus builds another house on the hill.
Hydra-headed Octopus
Decorated with sceptre of Obatala
— And the feather learns the weight of flight too late. —
Rectitude himself
Murdered at the high altar of solipsism
Situational ethics
Adorned in the toga of currency
Behold!
Yesterday's Barabas
Crowned as today's Kirisiti
© Lanre Adebayo
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 6:49 PM UTC
It comes unexpected,
As is expected;
.....no one knows when.....
Sometimes, it takes too long,
Reparation eludes....fades,
Slips away.
Humanity becomes
...restless...wearied...
Humility,
Rectitude
Are two
Impossible dreams.
I ask God's
Forgiveness
When
I become
Wearied, and
Restless.
Sally
Copyright March 17, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
Mountains swell, knuckle, roll.
Foothills slope and slide.
Canyons fold, streams bend,
Salt marshes wrinkle and sink.
These pagan forms alone gave shape
To this valley before God’s people arrived.
Not until the Saints brought
Rectilinear rectitude
And wrote a grid into this arid soil
Did this place become the land of God.
My parallel brethren,
North Temple, First South,
We will meet in eternity.
And now do I sustain the men
Who bear the Logos
From the mountain to the desert,
Past Saint and Mason, Catholic and Jew
And, unbending, reveal
That the straight line is an act of God.
©David Adamson 2015
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC