Simpa Omoluabi Poems

White dove silenced
with a leaved olive stem,
standing on a fissured headstone,
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Tell the vendor that for every paper sold
to strike out the unworthy headlines,
give every pretty passing girl a bleeding heart
for her hair; a heart boned with love is broken.
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While the fields are blessed by the dew
and the stars rosary the firmament
a Shepherd against the curfew
attend an intimate moment.
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Seated in tiers,
in decorum for the unknown,
after a vigilant sacrifice.
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Out of the loom I pluck a rose,
out of the loom flows flowers
of the beheaded,
a deity slayed of a deity laid.
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The starlings make way
for I come, post with mutable music,
to be emasculated, abiku, in brimstone.
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Oedipus is a fit case for mankind,
an allegory for our industriousness,
that by ourselves we render ourselvesblind
in tune with the mantid that gross darkness
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LXXX
See, do not hold your mirror of a moon
Against me for too long face of the noon;
Behind the rite I hear your smack and hiss
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Riverbank where is your vault,
Through the mazes, your sepulchral fruit?
I see hunters and knights seeking aim…
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In the breaks of vagrant crusts
Upon prostate adulations
The tranquil egoflamme of omniscience
Yeast the valiant essence with surefire.
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