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SNAPSHOTS - Chukwuemeka “Deus” Njoku
Renegades
We wriggle through greens
Those thirsty tongues
Feeling funny
Some touchy feely Chlorophyll
Start wooing water vapors
When the Sun is gone on a night’s journey
Now leafy tongues lap dews onto our skin
The varnished handworks of Chukwu Okike
Sculptor of lush bronze with dark sprays
Melanin
Dark varnishing
Spiritual brewing
Blood and honey and nectar
We stand
With bare torsos and bare feet
Facing the jungle
Neo jungle
Trembling goat skins cling fearfully to our waists
She stands behind me looking back
At our trail in the soil
Footprints on fallen greens of Equatorial trees
I stand
Bow in hand
Arrow in the other
Looking forward
At the jungle of converted limestone
Rocks and glasses
Rows of adaptive monoliths
Posing for the snapshots of our bewilderment
Hunters of wild boars and good fortune
We chanced on tinsels and damsels
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