MARE

Mare

IBORO HOGAN

Midnight dew
Grey and still
The silence swallowed
The generator cries
Pause the heat
Volcano canopy
Hibernating
Dying slowly
Now by fire
Crow in tongues
Cut the warm air with
Wings, the wings
Of imagination
Yet the flesh withers
Locked away
Underneath the tar
Polished by sweat
Of hawkers slumbering
Tires screeching
Burnt offering
Incontinence
Eyeballs and waterfalls
Victor Waifo
Why run away?
Pisces and brooms
Flying brooms
Nightmare
On Elm’s street
Awake
Reality worse
Always the same
In the belly of Africa
Especially here
Republic of Nowhere
Oduduwa, Arewa, Biafra
And other bastards
Potpourri of insanity
Uyayad!
Blood is water
Blood is light
Blood is lighter
Than crude!

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