BIAFRA (SONNETS ON POST COLONIAL AFRICA'S FIRST GENOCIDE)XIV
"BIAFRA, like doomed TROY, has chosen him: I see your fear, EZI-NNE. This is war's year one - but already BIAFRA'S awash in blood and dead. BIAFRA'S army Midwest: crushed. In ENUGU, OWERRI new widows dare not mourn nor speak missing husbands' names. Lying RADIO BIAFRA shouts victory upon victory - but a widow's heart can't deny what the marrow of her bones knows: NIGERIA widows yet another BIAFRA woman. A son, EZI-NNE: NIGERIA'S battle-sword roars for blood. Earth must drink blood: male; unblemished; perfected; versed in the poetry of IDOTO'S veiled mysteries. EZI-NNE: birth BIAFRA'S resurrection post-war by the Saviour-son's blood. Now." "I know not your meaning." "Now. A son. Perfected."
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