Death's smell perched
with the perch of vultures
on the oiled wings of air.
The odour of death's stinking head
hung on the long barrel
of painted steel
tearing trough the thick clouds
of darkness
like the slash of new razor
through cocoyarn leaves.
Lagos, August, 1998
Copy right by Ulonka and Ozioma Onuzuluike, 2002
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