The Sun-god At Mount Horeb
The Sun-god At Mount Horeb
Sun-god
Sitting still on Mount Horeb
Amidst the stark clouds,
Sweeping towards the swept
Open space between trees
And pawing at white and dark fleshy flesh.
Sun-god
Your pale, smirky lemon face
Like the grapefruit in Ago-Iwoye Market
Scribbles dirt patches on my face
And made my throat to swill water
Enough to fill up a tank-container.
Oh sun-god!
I plead,
Do not douse us all
From this buzzy day
Only ‘dap’ softly softly
Into the balmy, cosy night.