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POEMS BY OZIOMA ONUZULIKE
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When you begin to kick the ribs

With your battering boots

Pounding your victim with thuds

Louder than the echoes of a mother drum,

Sis-Eko decorum flees like a

Smart demon from the carcass of a

madwoman

Leaving her exposed, better.

 

Handkerchief wearing the colour

Of the meat of coconut

And lent strength by those large

Crowd of painted bones

Cannot barricade your path.

 

"Exkez mee" bids you farewell,

Awaiting your return.

 

 

Copy right by Ulonka and Ozioma Onuzuluike, 2002

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