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Guinea-Bissau

Robby Nadler

Dander across the peach field waves

You are Guinea-Bissau

Sparkled by acrylic formations

Pending and Peering above the waistline

Howdah you call

And howdah you ride in on

The sinuous path towards the Haggard Gates

You are Guinea-Bissau

In fitful relapses

Carved marmoreal to the clavicle

Skew you who attempt to invade the elephant

Skew you all

 

The rheumy leakage from the eye

Of his African’s eye and petulant stance

Mars the possible journey

Grow my baby

Grow with child

So that your entrails may be entrusted

To the lotus of the land

The lotus of the heart

And the she-demon of Accra

 

Tranquilized by the wry force of hemp

Slander your emotive necessity to live

For Omphalos is the center

Plunge to undermine then crawl through that hole

What awaits beneath the umbra

Is what you knew before you left

You are Guinea-Bissau

And howdah you ride in on

Is how you shall leave

Carved marmoreal to the clavicle

Of his African’s eye and petulant stance

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