MY UNCLE THE DIVINER-CHIEFTAIN

Another conversation,
the godlike ram of sacrifices,
the only tree of the homestead now,
occupant and regent of an ancient honour house,
they all left you,
the young ones,
the children you never had,
the sons you dreamt up filling your earth-space.

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Your old age and our father's name,
roaring still unquenchable flames,
through our land,
i recall the day the dark winds rose,
whirling corn-cloths,
leaves and fowls feathers, into the pyramidal household dream.

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Then i came home,
you stood in the compound,
of our fallen homestead nodding,
a divination proceeds,
from the diviner's good stomach,
older memories and fire burning,
over our homestead,
though fallen.
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I was the messenger of that fire,
the coming of that prophecy.

''that portion of the land belongs to the family''