HEAVENS TOUCHED… by John Buoye
At the midnight’s toll
The sixth priest pressed through the curious circle
Of men, women, children and the unborn
With heavy screams of spiritual lips
He stormed ancestral heavens
Forcing them all down
Butt-naked, towel loosely hung
Our fathers and mothers came down
Two nights ago
The owls did not stare
The nightingale chewed its song
The prince was murdered
And the king hung himself
After gutting fire on all he had
Child and blessings alike.
Women’s tears flowed as rivers
Wives became endless rivers themselves.
The drums have burst forth
With powerful gin for the ancestral souls
Our gifts of yams and oil
Should with loud voices cry
Out of your fat bellies.
Answer us now!