Emmanuel Acheampong Poems

They come with their caltrops;
To destroy the effigies bearing their names:
Kings of old on caparisoned horses
Long dead, grey, and lying in our monuments.
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This is your infinite ode
reflecting only this moment;
the lightheaded muse of my worn-out pride
living under my unwell shelter,
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Over the edges of a dress I sew
And the fold in its gathers fit
With the purls ready to go
So I wrap around and around until I sit
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