Before bulging eyes
a cocoon breaks
and its worm spits
the venom of vipers!
Gliding kingfishers
muster
the fury of a hawk;
saplings and ferns brood
like baobabs in the Rift Valley;
from the back of nowhere
waifs prophesy
the day of judgement.
We have bedecked with flowers
gun-carriers, guns and bayonets;
filled gourds with honey
from mountains belching fire –
It is while it lasts,
the hour of revelation,
the well-spring of love and hate,
a celebration!
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