A WIFE'S NECK SAVED

A WIFE'S NECK SAVED

Ijeoma's thoughts freely
A course wildy ran
Mercilessly,  logic, time
Crushing
Necessarily, perchance,
In that order
Flowed not
Defiance, on her face,
A path labyrynthine
Marked
A countenance morose,
Sculptured by taunts,
Shouted
A spirited enthusiasm,
Unmatched by none, 
Ranted
Explanations,
Devoid of sorrow,
But alive with venom,
Ceased not,
Listeners prejudiced,
Mindlessly impatient
Elders, sullen-faced,
to befuddle.
Gathered then, a mob,
By self-restraint
Surprisingly tempered,
asking:
"Where went your master,
woman?" ,
"My husband's keeper,
I'm not", she replying.
Wailing sticks,
Wildly wielded
Shameless brethren
A defenceless victim
Cowardly brutalised
Hovered deftly, alas,
Up in the sky above
Vultures rampaging
Elsewhere for supper
These blood-suckers
Must tonight  look
From evil forest
Nnodi's unexpected return
His poor wife's neck
In the nick of time
Miraculously saved;
Men indeed, vicious,
Innocent,
Unconscious woman's 
Foes all,
Mightily shamed!

Lagos