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.
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