Born for the sea like great queen Moremi's
Conception seed cuddled in goddess arms.
Reality lies in responsibility.
A sheep had strayed into the cathedral
To eat some flesh crumbs and drink some blood;
Misogynous, he swaggered through the hags
To the priest and scouped out of the coldron
A typical ritual for dedicants.
He could be a potential breadwinner
Until he dragged himself lakewards, saw his narcissus
And tumbled to trap the god's eyes. As the center
Fell apart, fish-drunk, he glared faced-up.
The dark boatman brought him coastward for funeral
With headstones inscribed 'rest in peace, brother.
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