I. Could tears of the morningafter a long black night of doom at dooms-delight
hot unstoppable tears from ruptured eye sockets
hands hanging on necks, returning from war blood-soaked from the murder of brethren.
The battalion advances
weary now of where they went— tangible testaments of trade on broken forehead;
The march homeward is a harvest of woes borne by men who groan
silently,
for the healing balm which they lack at home
which
they have not found.
At the command headquarters martial music already
wails at the funeral of a dream
At the state chapel
the priest p.r.o.nounces the wedlock of evil and evil
The groom drinks from the skull of the bard—
his friends shiver in their burrows;
all tongues curfewed for public safety.
The folly of the general is legendry for he mutters at every tea party:
it was a war well fought; this democracy, my brother
leaves a bad taste in the mouth.
II. Bring us the lugardian urn
that we may see from his tongue where our tears began
Acting on instructions— the empire"s drive for the consolidation of vanities
He robed together all elements within reach, permitted the water-G.o.ddess to christen the child.
The child played round his dragons and by the time she was weaned
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she had been schooled to self-destruct.
Bring us Richard, bring us McPherson that we may feed the rage of their dragon-child!
Handing false majority to the s.l.u.t tormenting the cl.u.s.ter of rebels coach of a side,
umpire in a national tournament
So they taught the new bride polyandry— how to erase the memory of her killers from the seas.
Eying jubilee and yet still crawling, bring us the official taboos, that we may read from its letters
more on how our sorrows began…
It is payback time,
we are thanking Lugard with a cup of vinegar
We will colour his eye with grief we will carve a green white green
totem and give guard to his wife, the devil
We will all pay tribute— including those of Baka.s.si
We will marry the widow on the throne to the G.o.d of thunder right in the presence of Ulli Bier!
Bring the kola, fetch the bitter kola
bring the schnapps and the drinking bowls; bring the taster, and the eldest man.
We are thanking Lugard with a cup of vinegar we are honouring apostles and icons of trade
We are thanking our naked G.o.ds
for hiring the mountain to crack a nut…