*** OSHAKASUSU *****
Before your tomb,the wind chokes
O Oshakasusu the conqueror!
Even the rainbow turbaned lilies,
Wilt from the fetid breath of your bed.
You who had spirits for breakfast,
And smoky carcasses of burning bush,
Chewed with lips and spat through nostrils,
A lazy bunch with no punch for lunch.
Brown barks bottled in burning booze,
Lime and leaves lying lifeless in liquor,
Hots hastily hurrying headlong
Diving to death in your deep depths.
The winds of aging years blew,
Stillness from their carrions flew
Indeed dead bones rose again
The army by Oshakasusu slain.
They got high on arrested blood,
And the pressure failed his heart
They got liver to knead his kidneys
And drained his brain of his soul.
KUNLE OMOPE
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