The Enigies of Benin,

The Enogie of Evboesi,

Ogiefo Festus, That First of His Name.

Koh, Baba. Lamogun.

Plain how those sons crashed!

Against Elegbe?!!! How they crashed…

They can not know they can not

Do how they crashed. Ah, crash!

In the tele-vision they crashed,

And for change, and it occurs —

It harries without a tinge abode

Catered to fear, to any endear

Which may seal the fate of man

And wring him upon shores spelt

About momentums and securities,

Magnanimities however still

As cold steel watches and waits

To the coming seasons uncease

Slashing down the tomfoolery

To upraise the forest voices

Unanimously, unctuous, uncouth

As that crash! The heart beats

And the voice hears vodoo spells

Wailing to repel and return in form

The ruckus trucking the sacred,

That capital that’s chopping herds

And droves to sacrilege thereat

Wisdom wills umpteenth, wars

With eyes and animus minstrels

Sung at the bottom line,

Sung far as sands obliterate

The waters to form the continents —

Which holds the planets if not

The sacred fields of order

Wherein magnetism morphs

Polymorphic gravity — heat, light;

Co-planar forces forcing the hand

To hope to touch the feet

And wear a feat of hope from

The sundials trolling misery.

It can not be said unsaid,

As is the modicum of tantamount

Tunes thinning the tireless herd,

That its self spits fire and roars —

That bull that bullish, scrapes off

Tarrifs and sprouts plantations,

That bows to win ineluctably,

That modifies geographies at once

Inspired out of those telemetries.

Hearts ease. The Gods recommend

From the heights of Pergammus

With wine and rest and visual

Ventricles stretched about arouse,

Stun stings stint stow strength.