from the wreaths of our pasts;
what weaves the sea,
the waves together
where our tears gather
in dirge
bewailing the heft of loss
& sinking
in
un-belonging
wishing to unlock
the noose of un-fitting
Lillian Akampurira Aujo
The Celebrants They are met once again To beat drums of confusion Tattooes of mediocrity They are met once again The new cow to lead To the ...
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