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Old chronicler
landscape mirror without a memory
whose annals are the cipher
of blood and earth
tangled in your veins
seeing and waiting and saying nothing
silent as the desert sand –
who can discover the secrets of the iroko
on the village square?
See here
shortlegged generation
striding from peak to peak
past present
from past to future
stand a moment and contemplate the iroko
apotheosis of the tense present
waiting
waiting for its date with the bulldozer
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Come, labyrinth
knowledge makes us unhappy
the iroko tells us nothing
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