Strangers by the Road
I believe there is a conspiracy ongoing
involving all of us.
I don’t know when or where it has begun,
nor who has initiated it.
They occult from me their talks
just I approach anyone of them.
It seems to me stealthy fellowship,
a strange one, of saints and demons,
angels and warlocks, even goblins.
They congregate to rule all people,
fighting for our souls, one by one.
An old legend says they are a caste
that rids humanity from wrecking
and leaves it alive through the road,
leavening us before ultimate battle.
Edilson Afonso Ferreira is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese, having been published in venues like Right Hand Pointing, The Lake, The Stare’s Nest, The Provo Canyon, Red Wolf Journal, Whispers, Every Day Poems, Indiana Voice Journal, MockingHeart Review and some others. He lives in a small town (Formiga) with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and is seeking to publish his first poetry book, with about 70 poems, in 2017. He has recently been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2016.