Morountodun

Morountodun, this is the place you'll find me like the prey of a shrike choked through by your thorny words When the chase after Omo Ogun with your heart Failed to be anything worthy to steal the cheapest glance from his hammer and anvil When the waistbeads fails to be the skeleton key to get all you desire You will find me. This is where you'll find me when the stars you so dreamed of- drifting off my bosom that has never held anything as precious as dying mother breathing her last are now but fireflies stuck in the cobwebs of the black widow. It is not I Morountodun if the songs that tried to serenade you is served cold, sour. The live coals within my chest will drip down my cheeks. Looking into my eyes do you see a flower dancing in the furnace unscathed? It is you my black woman for pain will not devour the faintest wisp of love in the wildest of fires. Tell me tales of your miseries of the lots casted on your iro and buba to be this tattered I'll fetch all the cowries from the goatskin bag in my head right on this spot for the crown duely reserved. No one must ask you why Why all these fruitless years to make you wail. Is the soul of man not meant for flight to console this wingless house of flesh? Is the spirit not cursed to be thirsty for a drink from the fountains of the deep? Here you are Morountodun ripest with penitence. I am night you have come with your fool moon for the scene that's makes our kindred spirits wish for the body of youth. When you come to the fall off chasing shadows you will be welcomed crashing into my waiting arms obsessed with pieces of a broken woman gathered perfectly into the mould of awe. This is where you will find me Upon the earth you buried me with the words; "Morountodun is a jewel destined for the lions." There is no dead man with fire in his belly My one cry still holds the great heat that'll melt the hardest iron of Ogun where the heart is shielded.