From A Carmel-Caravan Camp

Photo by Besir OZ on Unsplash

Here is to wash,
wrap in shroud and
bury your sword
facing my motherland.

By your quill, too,
emerged from its bud
without cracking,
engraved with verses
that cut through stones
while recited,
in its sacredness
of the horse,
thus borne from
the seed of your will,
I attest
to the endless knot.

Tis no porridge or
for the best beer drinker.

  • Sochukwu Ivye is a linguistic stylistician, a rhythmist and a distinctive metrist. His epic, The Great Cold, is the longest metrical poem by an African.

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