Dictator - Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Dining and wining in chalice and
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!
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