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POEMS BY OZIOMA ONUZULIKE
WINGLESS TERMITES

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(for Mr. Ibrahim-Babangida)

I snap my hands aloud:

asokwa! asokwa!

at the cunning tortoise who poisoned

our communal supper in the dark,

masking the faces of his folks.

 

       asokwa! asokwa!

 

Mad dog who ate

our communal egg

Where are you now?

Where now are you?

 

The termite has flown and flown

and flown

And landed wingless on the bare earth

of the garlanded grave yard northwards

Wingless ... he

crawls on his belly

for the waiting jaws of frogs and lizards.

 

 

 

Copy right by Ulonka and Ozioma Onuzuluike, 2002

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