Kojo Owusu Poems
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The caryatid - Procession etched on the vague spires
Of fear - the silent strides on the prescience of night
Black shadows with dire aspirations pursued
The lone mournful procession embarked
On the uncertainties of convictions and power engendered
In the quietude of noble ambitions
The spires echo the clangor of the thuds of feet
Timorous and brave.
The procession - the call of the sirens to the holy figures
The mosaic saints in the anteroom of eternity
The deluge of torrents to lave the cry of the damned
In the boulders of echoing despair
The emergence ...
Go to the sacred groove
Of the unknown and bring
The ancient drums
Along with sticks.
Don’t let the fetish
Smear him with