HEAVENS TOUCHED

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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!

 

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