Dictator Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Dictator



Dining and wining in chalice and
unfathomable china,
her throat swallows gold –
Lady Midas – who sat on domes
and saw ages in faceless waters,
reaping soils of exhaustion
and breaking sacrifices, chewing egg shells
and lightning the night...

Look, there’s a yolk in her throat!

Friday, March 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Politics
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