Dear lady, amulet becharmed,
gifted to me by the gods,
whom I stop to admire by and by
Eavesdropper of my umuttered
soliloquies, pretend not not
to be knower of the enlightenment
between us both
So when I make libations
to the gods, wouldst thou
kneel with me with thy offering-self
as I make confessions?
Or learn ritual, would you?
Cast the favoured lobes of
the kola; mine, the chewing pleasure
with the peppered groundnut butter
Let all things be traditional
religion, and let our epiphanies
meet at shrine finding each
and let there be libations
done for first discoveries, for
Let our eyes meet (and tell each other of the juju in them)
Carl Terver loves to listen to Bob Marley's "Who the Cap Fits." He's a book and pop culture critic. Twitter: @CarlTerver.