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Funeral Songs for the Generals
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Drums for us, the wasted Masters
Catafalques for them, covetous Generals.

How far have they gone in wasting us,
In ruining our harvests —
Bloodsucking Generals with shrivelled scrotums?

Crowned predators.
Embellished idiots.
Distinguished poachers —

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Dictator
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Dining and wining in chalice and
unfathomable china,
her throat swallows gold –
Lady Midas – who sat on domes
and saw ages in faceless waters,
reaping soils of exhaustion
and breaking sacrifices, chewing egg shells
and lightning the night...

Look, there’s a yolk in her throat!

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The Banishment of the Poet
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Alien interpreters with long, grey beards
predicted the astonishments of the heavens.
Swallows migrate southwards
to the trial precincts of committed
visionaries – they swore dinosaurs
were here once.
A star shoots the length of
night sky in one long-tailed, silent trumpet of message.
Within eons of a blazing, returning
comet and epochs of swollen annihilations,

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The Banishment of the Poet
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Alien interpreters with long, grey beards
predicted the astonishments of the heavens.
Swallows migrate southwards
to the trial precincts of committed
visionaries – they swore dinosaurs
were here once.
A star shoots the length of
night sky in one long-tailed, silent trumpet of message.
Within eons of a blazing, returning
comet and epochs of swollen annihilations,

......

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Funeral Songs for the Generals
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Drums for us, the wasted Masters
Catafalques for them, covetous Generals.

How far have they gone in wasting us,
In ruining our harvests —
Bloodsucking Generals with shrivelled scrotums?

Crowned predators.
Embellished idiots.
Distinguished poachers —

......

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Dictator
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Dining and wining in chalice and
unfathomable china,
her throat swallows gold –
Lady Midas – who sat on domes
and saw ages in faceless waters,
reaping soils of exhaustion
and breaking sacrifices, chewing egg shells
and lightning the night...

Look, there’s a yolk in her throat!

......

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