grave number twenty-four
red axe forged from last burials
of twenty-three corpses in me:
Okpoko
horn-man call,
nude queens low in chant
far from lay-men
far from grasshoppers
trembling at your charged incantations:
Mmanwu
transmitting dead-land rumbles
in diction computed
at first cock-crow:
Udude
raw-material un-human
in invincible cocoon
explaining miracle photogropic:
burst-balloon
time-keeper of innumerable sperms
frantic in vibration
to chaotic chemistry:
I win
The purest victory of all…
victory of vision
of visitation
of creation
perfect without contribution,
new-born fire-intricate
delicate because sharp
fierce in steadiness
I yearn
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