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Title: for Ken Saro Wiwa Post by: erzulie on September 03, 2004, 04:56:23 PM Father for Ken Saro Wiwa
by Z.I. Father, they killed your name in the burning sun they pulled the pride of your skin over the hollow of our fear like a muzzle of fist. Father, they staked your peace to chainsaws and daggers then bloodied your resonance with british pounds bursting pipes like arteries clogged with despair. Father, they boiled your bones in the tea of their sickness then stole the porridge from your mother’s bowl and drowned your seeds of ageless soil in the pit of their gluttony. Father, they carried your power to the guillotine where only music knows your sharpness and oil bleeds with your grief. Father, the cocks rally for dawn without your thunder and rain that was once blessed is a cloudy pissing thick w/ shame and frozen skulls spinning into nothingness Like snow on our heads. Father, they sawed off your laughter labeled your fingerprints poison torched your feet with staleness of pages twisted your baldness into linear time Still the sea Father Opens her mouth to you Still the stones Father Sing the tale of you Still the trees Father Shape their hands for you And the children Father in the noiseless wind Blinded by a Shelled hell Carry your rage in the dust of their landless dream. |