After Wole Soyinka's "Ploughshares"
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| Mañes Rubio |
This is against all fierce obsessions of ideology, the murderous demeanour of a ruthless incarnation. They are winds of our modern decay.
A vibrant arc rages to bullet,
Rages arc bullet into winds
In fears from bullet and rage
And winds enslave, and winds unearth the heave
Of futile rites, winds exalt
The gory feast of throats, exhume
Concealed hate as foolishly sprung.
Winds hoist proud voices of folly,
Fury leap of urea conceit, track demise
In repute, prescribe on lichen-earth
Of vain blood. Winds may warp
In strange litany, pray sanctions from
Ethereal lust – an eye for a myth
Mourning loss in spite, graveyards
For a mass crusade – the consolation
Of a silent table is broken by thirst
On pillage wells.
And winds enchain, and winds enact peals
Of accord, winds deform
Paths of a lost traveler.
