As if his Croak comes out from his stoney attire

as if his voice tones change colour, in the darkness, washed (drenched) in the layers of eternity

 

when I saw him lost in thoughts and loneliness

in the Museum’s display unit

I remembered (recalled) his first seed of life mixed with his motherly clay

he was snatching his prey with saliva

deceiving his predators  with camouflages and other tricks

waking up like (with) his peers, from his seasonal hibernation,

to a new season of mating

(All this) before he became an enigmatic relic (displayed) behind glass

as if narrating the tale of Merawi

as was a witness of its demise, once, and as was a witness of its grandeur gloriousness,

as if preparing himself for life, in his last siesta, 

with new attire, new crown and a new tongue.