Songs For Water Woman ( From Another Sequences ) The sun has risen from the teeth of a barren cloud; The gold-edged green of the savannas in greyhood. . . From my naked pores, Flames stretched their cold fingers, Smouldering the quills of the winds. Stretched their cold fingers drying the deluge that my eyes have lost ownership of . . . The Venus of my testes Ripped to debris by projectiles fired by the Faceless Preys of the forest, And the blood wept through the streets of Mubi. . . The sun in palehood testified of this, Harmattan too testified of this . . . Not knowing that the sister also among the Mothers of Tomorrow wedded off to the alien gods; Gunboat proselyted from the Cross to Crescent Moon and Star . . . Now my deathless-self has gone to purgatory to rest in peace. Sandself at the Majlis - On the sun-kissed shoal, Straining flooded gaze upward to the Journeying sun that will never rise again. . . Water woman of tulip-scent, Mistress of the fartherest deities; Sorceritizing. Sing not of the pink-chested Mermen who clapped their hands And the surfs rose and romanced the Feet of Queen Sheba at the Island of Zanzibar. Canticle that furls my eyelids to submit to drowse and trance . . . Sing not! For now, Im the the dying bones, Whose eyes never cease to puke rainclouds. . . Madu Chisom Kingdavid
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