once,a philogynist

clothed in his phallocentric cloak of compromise

with the sturdy rod  of profanity

breaks asunder the veil of sanctity and

is excommunicated by Cherub's flaming sword,

and from lofted celestial ensemble

no joyous sound came,

no clashing cymbals

or flute melodious to proclaim his fall

and, no dancing,

or delight, in      holy heaven's hall.

once I had this dream

of the tiger in his power who

will break the chains and eat their guts,

their liver,spleen and heart.

No pied piper but a fierce tiger

with the leopard's strange eye.

over horizon of covenanted man

dark clouds hang low,and the bird of prey,

its winged spread  as a show,

attaches itself to a hovering cloud-

the signs are inscribed with white cumuli.

my heart is filled with the wonder

of sorrow of many worlds.It's

this delicate feeling

that smothers me   like a cloud,

that bedevils me.I do not

see the clear light of day.

we,who seek with such earnestness

the superficial materialism,with all

our strength and ingenuity wasted on

a passing parade,a facade of sorts,

some phantasmal dream of fools.

but today I felt the exhilaration of the wind

on my skin.I'm more alive

than the wind.

I've asked Clio,the muse of history to

re-examine every papyrus

and every hieroglyph

every parchment.Speak to us

Clio, muse ,in stark honesty.Shed ypur

centuries-worn cloak of Euro-centricism and

speak clearly of Dhar Tichitt,

Jenne-Jeno,Daima-Sao and

Ile-Ife.