They Prepare Their Nails - Poem by Simpa Omoluabi
They prepare their nails to crucify me on a double-cross
These sons of witches in chicanery
And their affected pietism of astral travels
Always preparing their nails to cruciform
I prophet and founder of the religion Morningstarwitness
I Black Lamb of God
On their double-crosses
I a second to none for all time in the world of poetry
I taking the Minotaur by the horns
‘In the world of poetry
Olodumare knows things at my feet
Like sons of bitches nose for things'
I Black Lamb of God a second to none for all lifetime
In the world of poetry.
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'Olodumare Knows Things At My Feet'
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