BIAFRA (SONNETS ON POST COLONIAL AFRICA'S FIRST GENOCIDE) XXXVII
"BIAFRA names you first, CASSANDRA. For when the dead sought to ride their boat of the return you did not step back in shame at the torn blood-stained rag which covers an old woman's nakedness. Inscribed on the TABLETS OF FATE your name anchors the boat each soul that seeks the second sun would but ride. Unbelief meets your cautionary portents. Even the dead in their clear-eyed gaze into th heart of things disbelieve you CASSANDRA. A child splits no kola. The dead are no shill for power - but child your raw tears corrodes the rutted earth 'pon which the river'd run." "That's what favourite son said: BIAFRA'S living-dead have no use for my raw words." "Yet yours th' barque of the return."
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