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

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

I ‘LL BE YOUR MOON

At morning I’ll be your dawn

At forenoon I’ll be your sun

Your chirping birds and swaying trees at evening

And

When the sun falls into the depth of dusk

And wingless steam of heat drizzles

When chirping birds retire to their resting nests

And swaying trees freeze

When staggering stars swim in slumbering circles

And a blinding darkness covers the earth

I’ll be your moon,

Yes, I’ll be your moon