Dark Waters

On the banks of the enormous Oguta lake
we buried the dead,
we buried the memories
of the living, and the dead.

The Black Scorpion scuttling
On the banks of the enormous Oguta lake.

Oh goddess,
oh Uhamiri,
we see you in the mists that rise –
thin fingers grasping at the sun
to pull it back
to your embrace.

To warm the living,
and the dead.

On the banks of the enormous Oguta lake,
Uhamiri

Standing, ankles wrapped in water,
golden comb
and promises in hand,
for the living
and the dead.

On the banks of the enormous Oguta lake,
Adekunle stands, Igbo souls beneath him…
Blue African sky above.

Wrapping his hands
around the throat of a goddess.

He will shoot at anything that moves

On the banks of the enormous Oguta lake.

He will bring the living,
to the embrace of the dead.

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