Tade Ipadeola

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IV

 

We exhale with the metals on this anniversary –

Metals of cannons, ores of cannon balls.

We exhale with metals laid to rest, metals

On the pyre of the sun. Sighing metals

Strangled of speech, steel of human resolve.

We join a century of metals exhaling here

And each shaft of the sun sings as we

Exhale. A choir of the cosmos joins the hymn.

 

And now, Fofana, friend of all my fathers,

Let us inhale with the trees, the grass

The very island and the sea. And strum

The silent khalam, muse of living souls,

Muse of redemption and the life. Strum

Beyond the sighs and sorrows and the pain.

 


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  • david udoinwang says:

    my hut’s
    by the beehive grove
    l love sweet honey
    but the bees wont let me be

    bee bee bee!
    your fangs are a dread to my breed

    in the midst of pomp
    and merry din
    i thirst
    in a dry
    and
    thirsty land

    for want of juice
    for want of life
    sweet honey sweet

    bee bee bee!
    o that i could
    but a lick of your comb
    like a man should do- Dav udoinwang

  • Chielozona Eze says:

    Beautiful. Man, you restore my faith in poetry as a source of nourishment for the spirit.

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