When the infidelities of this nay-tion are told to salivating divorce lawyers
when the long chaplets and masking hijabs are finally unmasked
when dizzying digits seized
or said to have been seized
in sleaze cash haul of shame,
still leave lacunae of grains and couscous in dinner tables,
when the lava of long celibate stomachs
suddenly erupts, without the funfair of lightning
when the chief priest comes with his ofo-n’ogu
a vengeful scalpel piercing the resistance of thick-skinned maladies
when he takes in the visual gauntlet of saturated farts
spreading like the coily hide-and-smoke of illicit hemp
as you hear the chief priest’s s broken voice
may your own voice not then be found
to have been silent.
A mere reflex; these words have a way of writing themselves;
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Yes, and they did write themselves