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Poetry--- Where Were You When They Crucified My Blood?

13 November 2005 at 15:12 | 1346 views

By Gbanabom Hallowell.

Where Were You When They Crucified My Blood?

(For Ken Saro-Wiwa)

Among the rocks of the cloud

The man died, calico of desert poets

Contemplating Soyinka, dungeon of temperament

Fireflies celebrating his three white hairs

That same minute, His majesty, the great lord

Farted into the lungs of Ken Saro-Wiwa

While accusing him of being sinful,

Calculus of the fiscal sea

The fish, also, the belly

Of this agricultural ocean

Breaking a thousand hoes, killed the farmers

In their farms spilling their grammatical blood

On dusty leaves an hour before

Dusk broke its toe on the lips of the queen

Speaking of a queen worth only a killing tooth

Brings to mind Jezebel who broke her own crown

Besides an alphabet of men

Figuring how to spell her CUNT

In economic haste, Midas of the true African lord

Who invented God after God invented him

After all God is only a Gulliver to be sailed along

The Egyptian Nile any moment the pharaoh

Plays the physicist plague after plague

Evolution of ocean, the peasant wakes at dawn

It is this quotient landscape I like to behold

Whenever I see the artificial blade cuts

Peeling off Africa’s skin knife after knife!

Photo: Gbanabom Hallowell.