This Heritage Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

This Heritage



In this arid circumstance,
on a collage of sacred pulses,
this pot — Heritage — merely sits,
smoked and besmirched by elements
of mundane faggots.

Saturday, August 11, 2012
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