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LOST by Chika Victor Onyenezi
Cut the earth loose
Sweep across several planets
Death has sucked the tits of an apple
So tender and fresh
When life was brewing its wine.
Let the sea dry up at the sight
Of my wand
A titian is gone through time and toil
Night has conquered his quest
The warrior has fallen.
DEATH
With each thrust he gains, Clutching the wings of earth Sucking blooming petals of our virgins Day and night Sowing his seed of royalty In wet bed of fire Deep into the womb of earth Who knows whom the mud will slap next?