And the Cows Came
(letters to my presido-elect): ii
the dregs
of the libations
enticing the gods
upon the shrines
of the uncurbed squander
of the treasuries –
o, the squander
of earth’s roots!
& the kins sigh
as the mothers cry
for the fathers lie
in the tombs
the untimely tombs
of countless days –
& the uncurbed coronations
of the cows
reached the pompous limits:
the roof of native skies!
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2011
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