Marina
{For Mareena}
On the bank of precipice, i stand
Appealing to impotent gale;
Not to nudge the dosing hurricane awake,
Let the aborting breaking wave lull and dandle it
To another rich world;
To wreck, to claim and to occupy.
The resting nocturnal fishermen's canoes,
Lounging on the white sandy coast,
The worn nets like torn under wears
Hung dry in yawning nakedness
Exposed to the shying sun,
The forested colony of concrete shoot up to heaven,
And made human skylines,
By the shorelines of our dreams,
The verdant landscapes bloom in abundant tall palm
trees;
Entertaining promenade protruding bouquet of flowers,
In memorial to the lost all muscled Iroko;
A nostalgic stroll under the lined endowed Araba
shades,
The variegated bridges transverse our hearts,
Tenuous labyrinth trellis and lattice of our destiny;
Emblazon in the relentless sun,
And flooded in the punctual storm,
Guiding restless children through
The tell-tale of everyday,
In the morning of our beachy existence,
The ancestors oracling on the testicles of cowries
Made peace sacrifice to Yemoja the Mermaid sea goddess:
You must returned to mother Africa,
With all the stolen children;
The sea arises and rises ashore,
From the bottomless bottom of the deep,
Re-emerging in the gargantuan watery paradise,
The majestic lost Los Atlantis fairy palaces,
Misty, dark bluish-green in sparkling diamond,
Like death all things will level;
Like time, the lord of the tide,
Octopus would dethroned man.
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