by this omnibus
wraps up into a big whole
this day and the next two
of may, twenty fifteen. I was there!
The Bass and the Soprano,
One anchored to the other.
It’s a dance to that shrine
of our fathers.
no windows, no exit
SEVERAL VISTAS, being the crust. I’ll walk you there!
Hannibal and Candela,
The bees take the plunge
down a throat; you’re bee-throated
And the throat suffers the pangs
But the bees keep digging.
Neither the pangs, nor the digging. Here’s your call!
but the creative force of the bees;
honey, sweet honey.
And for more decades to come,
May Olodumare and the forces of the higher realms
Grant your man a perpetual wallow in the hood
You are betrothed, I dare say, finally. May we walk and age together…
Labinnah, the trophy in white
having been won by fair play
but you had the following to say, in AGONIS (19/10/2013)
“Love is like sour grapes
It bites into the sensitive teeth of ego
A trade no one can become a master…
“This, a clarion call to my lost brothers…
Wake! Wake!! Wake!!!
From this slumber that fraternizes with your souls
The inexplicable delay, stoking the fire of exuberance
Snuggled into the most delicate marrow of your bones
Wake from this slithering journey
Into the land with thousand miles
Wake with your hearts immerse in honey
Find a maiden festooned with random smiles
And break her pot on the way to the stream
Where the water washes clean the heartbreaks
The First and the last names listed
Have heeded the call.
We know who’s next….
(This is dedicated to the public celebration of the marriage between Adeojo Kolawole Adeyemi ‘Hannibal and Candela’ on the 7th/9th of May, 2015, Lagos)