AFRICANKER AND AMERICANKER poem by Simpa Omoluabi

Out of the womb of an African murder

Africankerworms and Americanker worms

Beckon

The redemptive cast-iron womb of the Mother-of-God 

To distill these Africankerworms and Americanker worms. 

And the cast-iron of the murder-of-God

To deflate certain gargoyles full of ozone

Dovetails into the denuded heart of the alternativity

Forceful enough to bring out 

Beyond ozone-life

Out of the womb of certain black murders

Beyond ozone-life to be made of hermetic ovarian diadems to be tadpolarized

In the tadpolarization of the seeds

Of the cast-iron of the hermetic alternativity

To distill the americanker and africancker…

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WIVES OF LANCELOT POEM bySimpa Omoluabi

Wives of Lancelot when we get to the point of no turning back  

It is the deadly point  

Like no returning back from the dead  

Lazarus never died he was just a zombie

To a bokor of a prophet

Wives of Lancelot

You can turn back from serving a god

You can turn back from serving any God

You can return back to serving a neglected god

Of course, there is no returning back  to such things as childhood

And the innocence before motherhood

But frightening of all things to which there is no

Turning back or returning back

Is the unearthly terrible blast upon a city and it’s people

Such as an unearthly terrible blast of the nuclear height of civilization

Of we embroiled in a climax we seem not to be able  

To refrain from leading to the blast of total destruction

Seemingly to end time 

Leaving many transfixed in salty tears

Wives of Lancelot no turning back

Once there goes off an

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H-Bombardment of the world…

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