asa
hover
over
us
the legend says
you watch over us like a
mother – the demon-mummy
with lousy eyes
maybe,
the legend died with you;
die on in our memory
the crazy dancer
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igboro
hip-hop
has taken over
the dance is changed
so is the dancing stage
the music is watered
the music is too watered
asa still peeps
from the thick oblivion
screams at her children
beats her bony breasts
her deflated
breasts, her beating breasts
but there is no one left
the village circle is the abandoned square
hip
hop
has taken over
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ileto
echoes of laughing neighbours
bendings & prostrations of good mornings
christmas that sits in village circles beneath
silent stars before christmas was imported —
these are the books of my native land
the gray memories that occupy drooping heads
heads that master the way tears fall on wrinkled
smiles. heads that know silent wars. whitefly
scars. dying dreams
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© Isaac Alesh Melchizedek
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