Burying God!

i wait in anxiety
as my heart gets knowledge
of the sight before me.

with their Agbada's
and Babariga's they toil
diligently

they are soaked
in the sweat of perverse ways
i smell the combined stench
it is a strong smell of ill gotten wealth

i fear being caught
but they are too engrossed to bother
the hole must be covered fast

they lay in the already
decomposed body
and begin to replace the earth

with care i slip back into the forest
one of many eyes that saw it

the grave diggers
burying God!

There's some intense cipher write there. . . . .  i'm not g'onna fool anybody least of all me'self by trying to act like i understand a line of whats written out there but the visual representations running around in my head of what it could possibly be about is testament to what a quality poem it is - vague, undecipherable; seeming gibberish but loaded with a powerful, powerful message that only the author can vividly outline!

That title just grabs u by the scruff of ur neck and u gots no choice but 2 read - I doff my hat guy, you to much!

N'ah man. . . .  u shld be getting all the thanx 4 giving us a piece 2 relish