First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Page 213

NOTES TO MENDE - Jovita Ekene
One
It was a boa noite of July
I could remember
how I stood bare before you
Like a canvas on an easel
Your cloudy hands let loose
And beautification rained upon me
two
Here in your Arena
My words are set on fire
and the ascending smoke
summoned the gods of Loudthovus
to vindicate me
Had I known you earlier
My words would not have slept
three
Looking into the alluring fire
behold
Sir Vain and the hypothetical man
Singing and dancing
and king Conscious at a corner
Sipping his raw poem majestically
four
Each time you puff that kindle perfume
Its fragrance takes over me
As though
I’m under the influence of baptism
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