SONG OF THE SPHERES
(for Christopher Okigbo)
Ecstatic cries echo
In The tube of the ears of the earth
And awoke this naked madness in me
Whispers of the winds and waves
And sent me swimming
In the silence of the songs of the spheres
When you led me to the spring
Believing me a bard
Prince of the words of the world
And fed me sounds
In saucer strings
Spears of the light of the skies
You took me to the spring
Believing me a bard
Pierceness of the poetry of the beginning
The maddened sounds thunder
As they strike me
Pulsates of the poetry of the end
SORCERY
When the smoke of a greater darkness
Surges to engulf your mystic chains
And you invoke the oracle for a cure
It will chant a verse or two for you
From the poem of the shrine
…at the end of every poem
there is a horn and a star
but the end of this poem
will mark the
beginning to the end of poems
with stars and horns at their beginning and end
thus, an end to the beginning of unusual poems
with neither end nor beginning
to stars and horns at their beginning or end…
And when you reach here
Grow pebbles on your face
For that is the beginning of a spell
Cast on you at the end
