The Return of the Bloody Angels
the moon’s sunny teeth
greeting
the elder’s
receding feet –
just on the thresh-hold
of the god’s bolted
wheels
our laughters shall out-wit
the crocodile weeping
over crude bombardments –
for blood –
o, blood! our kins’
blood must flows?
and whole clans
must dance naked
into some sudden eternity?
the priest
and the maidens
go afloat –
o, they go afloat
this niger’s torrent!
they go afloat
bearing their wearisome
oblations
in vain appeasement
of returning angels.
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2011
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