Osiki
Osiki, god of pestle and mortar, do you not hear hungrier children,
At the crest of the lake, in its wattle, in skeined transparencies
Of sunrust, listening to harmony of trees, ibises
And wayward gnomes swallowed by road, adamant sun thronged by adamant thorns,
Birdsongs, fathers' toes, sunset, evemist, Psalms of night,
B succulent breast, hungry for the pestle, for the mortar, for the damp half- light of morning?
The OCTOBER
Cries of a darkening market
Silent as cat's paw;
Eagles' talons resting on junction
Near the queen-of-the-abode.
Do you not mourn the withering seeds?
Hiding seeds in rotting corpse
And the market is near full -
Noise, haggling, silent as cat's paw;
All lode branch into the market.
Sleepwalk at dream- end
Sole of Elegbara
Sleepwalk at dream- end
You seeker of heaven
Sleepwalk at dream- end
Wailers of the October
Sleepwalk of the dream- end
At LIMITS of the dream...
Talons of faraway Eagles
Do you not mourn the withering seeds?
Emerging souls at viaticum -
Night's cummerbund & a goat mount the stage of song.
The darkening market is near completion -
Velvet, lilac, indigo, silence, at the limits of the dream,
The October, silent as cat's paw, is deified.
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