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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required for Christopher Okigbo Emrnanuel Ifeajuna & Chukwuma Nzeogwu I It was a room above the alcove in a city renewed by junipers And by desires... Stripped of words, the moments recalled; where the tower, lo, was in sight: memories undaunted by sound or flames of the amethyst, spoke to me; spoke to me like the preacher from… I recall this moment staggering through the wind, when its breath hissed at the earth; as we leaned out of the window in that moment when the first light streaked, joyous, out of the unalterable street... Then, tuned to the immanent choir of the grassland, untangling from the sea - Then, stripped to the last detail, from her sinewed skin, disheveled in the light, one aria from the immaculate concertina - before her rebirth a tongue licked through the core of my soul ii Strange men in dark garments riding in slow, weary steps, paces of a far and distant journey - in measured gestures The clatter of hooves on the stone of the street; wakened from the depths of their tombs, long dead ghosts, memories of a carnage - There was fear bred in that silence, nothing triumphant in their last march nothing triumphant where once a plot is weaved, a rider rides into anonymity: what is it that they seek - These silent riders? Glory? Memory? What is it that they want among those who have fallen from their swords? Piety? Ablution? Anonymity? It is not enough to bury the sword in the fold of the embrace; nor is it wise, even prudent, to seek meaning in past deeds when those deeds are immortal, or of an impure genealogy - What do they seek in the bowel of the tide; in that place, where Onishe, spirit-mother, swallowed the ravishers of her children? Graves? Graves in the tide? iii Theirs are troubled gestures full of potent wishes. …are those wishes - for as they came, those riders, each hoof in the ascent; each eye veiled by remorse, or anger or a forlorn thought - for as they came, weighed down by ancient baggage, a skin of water, a measure of wheat, some penicillin, in case of epidemic a stretcher to fetch the dead; an hourglass, and then the gloved idol, the one that ordered the massacre - who rode ahead of the light; muttered a command: 'halt!'. From The Horsemen and Other Poems
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