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"1967"

(In loving memory of

Christopher Okigbo)

by Kola Boof

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This is a pond

--but it's manmade.

Here is water

--but it's placed by hands.

This is a kiss.

A kind of kiss.

But it never ends.

O Nsukka--white as Satan's

breast--how could you devour my

only dream?

To press the blueness of

your pale feet against our Sons/

and rain down

white ash/white skies

Nothing in the way you dance.

Nothing

...in the way you dance.

O Nsukka, day of the end.

How my father and son resisted

your kiss of death.

How my dream of dancing

bit wind.

That they lay still now

at the bottom of your pond.

And that there is no more light.

And no more SON.

O Nsukka/

but now I love him more

White fingers of death/

but now I find him alive

Etched as though by lions/

but now I hear the roar

of his word

Now I feel the pulse of his blood/

and like Okigbo

I am happy...to bleed.