BIAFRA (SONNETS ON POST-COLONIAL AFRICA'S FIRST GENOCIDE) LXIV
“BIAFRA must write for EARTH’S bleak mother to read all her
dead lest they hungrily multiply,” MERLIN says “she ever mourns her sun. Will
to a TEXAS jail or flood NEW ORLEANS, or blight HAITI, or BIAFRA or forever
ride beautiful ghost ship IMMAMOU of the SEVEN SEAS – seeking her son. The
deaths: all hers.” EZZI-NNE confesses: “I know the HAG. Remiss of me that
BIFRA’S dead children suffer the blue HAG’s rage.” “That is ugly-beautiful
BABA-YAGA of the nose torn at her difficult birthing of her son,” avers UKRAINKA.
“The HAG of the slave ship IMMAMOU – these deaths, plagues and hurricanes are
hers,” marvels BIAFRA. “CERTAIN,” says
MERLIN, “of five centuries: seeking a son. Supplicate her.”
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