Treasure Island

delalorm fiaka

(19th JUNE 1988 / ACCRA, GHANA)

Snaps Of Schnapps Of Oblivion

let gin concur with soil..
as we paddle across the gorges to the lands preceding our umbilical cords..
let gin concur with soil..
as we regurgitate the the sumptuous delicacies that fed the mouths of the gods..
let gin concur with soil..
as we embrace the pale ghosts of amambr3..
let gin concur with soil..
as we scrape our craniums for traces of anokr3
omane aba!

let gin concur with soil..
as we redesignate the task of adinkra..
let gin concur with soil..
as we make unity a mere wreath adorning our selfishly crooned necks..
let gin concur with soil..
as we beat the funeral drums for the internment of our identity..
omane aba

Submitted: Sunday, December 29, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 30, 2013

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