from the flag pole of the heart,
The image distracts
with the cruelty of the rose …
My lioness
(No shield is lead plate against you)
Wound me with your sea-weed face,
blinded like a strong-room.
Distances of your
armpit-fragrance
Turn chloroform,
enough for my patience –
When you have finished,
and done up my stitches,
Wake me near the altar,
& this poem will be finished.
Christopher Okigbo
Christopher Ifekandu Okigbo was born in 1930. He was a Nigerian poet and he is today widely acknowledged as one of the most outstanding postcolonial English-language African poets and one of the major modernist writers of the twentieth century. He died in 1967 while fighting for the independence of Biafra.
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