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Running Cub
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Fred Wolven
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I
heard your voice through air's lips
On the golden rim of all stars ears,
Tonight, O Victoria
I
speak of salt and voice
And water swish through brook stones
The net under the snare drum sifts
Melodies
The scattered strokes will raise me
I
speak of your deep brown thigh
Lion lady, golden spread of water and cream
I speak of energy and gyration
Tiger system, spider movement
Elima Lina, springer of all salted things
***
O
girl, ripe something on a deep green
Tree,
The bee that draws whirl rings around your forehead tips
Water from my spleen
Girl of straw, of skin and grass, dilated adventure
Of every hair-bound creature
Girl of Africa, the red mango of the vast pasture of history
Girl of war, girl of thunder. Iron spirit.
Girl of love, of things, of stars and fire.
Girl, ripe things on a bunchy blue village.
Girl of grind, suffocating machine, rider of
Peculiar engines
Saddle of ancient kings, trouble of monks
Cylinders of oil, pipes of deep raunchy smokes
Dread, death and burial.
***
Elima Lina. Elima Death. Poius scoundrel.
The great salvation of a bad day; the setback of Earth's
Humble disposition
I heard your voice over the lips of air
Salt and oil, satin and sweat...and water
The beads round this guard of dance shake the root
Of Earth.
Your deep brown thigh, the coal black
hatcher up north
mouth of white sea
Energy, gyration
Tiger, spider
Victoria
Salt
things.
Deji Adesoye (HRM), Epe-Ekiti, Nigeria