THE BLOCKADE IS AXED

Hibernating like a snail
cocooned out of existence
the epoch maker straddles the mark
gasping, the die is cast.

Like a maroon rug for the August visitor
Blanketed by the wizards of the putsch
the effigy lies burnt
and oblivion knocks.
 
Nde kwe, Nde Ekwegi!¹
Kakpukpukpu Kakpuru Egbe o!²
 
Frustrated and fumbling
like a garrulous drunk
fighting unseen foes
the garland turns to ash
flogged and flung into a frenzy
of nervousness. The dreamer
dreams emaciated choleric dreams
devoid of his divine prowess.
 
Nde kwe, Nde Ekwegi
Kakpukpukpu Kakpuru Egbe O!
 
Recoiling in a millipedic vendetta
the pulse rejects the pause
garnering, the muse descends
like a drip or infused catheter,
conjugal carousals of a living dead
stultified growth caught ramrod stiff
jerks to life with lifeline prongs.
 
Nde kwe, Nde Ekwegi
Kakpukpukpu Kakpuru Egbe O!
 
Snails like clams
are food for thought
banks for dreams
shells for preys
down and out
and oblivion cracks.
Rejuvenated now, the blockade is axed.
 
Nde kwe ,Nde Ekwegi
Kakpukpukpu Kakpuru Egbe O!
 
This is the day of liberation.
O spirits and bones
This day of liberation raises you
from the grip of maggots
To the plane of the magi.
Rise, forlorn bones, grab your muse!
 
Nde kwe ,Nde Ekwegi
Kakpukpukpu Kakpuru Egbe O!
 

1. Some will agree some will object.
   
2. Onomatopoeic representation of the flapping wings of a kite.