Sango's Ballad
(Osogbo,2017)
Frozen faces in Heraclitean pier
Romping into cycles of beehives
As voices rose in meteoric storm
Not a transplanted opera, but a seed
Of unbroken vowels budding
From untempered tongues in stone walls.
Dawn gathered sticks for the raft
And poured light into earthen pots.
The coming chattering had bone for slime.