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CROCO WORLD by Larry Onokpite

I am never thirsty
I gave up that chance hastily
I do not regret this sacrifice
Everything would suffice

King of fluids
High class residence of water
Peacefully inhale juice to a nap
Liquid plentiful; life beautiful

Satisfaction will remain our master
Mattering not you marine or earthly
We are slaves of incompleteness
At least materially

We are exhorted to love this still
But I guess only when the ‘all’ attends
Like a child tearfully pleading for chocolate
Forgetting means for real food could absent

Self-acclaimed king of fluids
Never satisfy
Catching, crushing, masticating
Ruthlessly whipping to stillness

Weaker friends are my feeds
Point after point I spy above marine
Plotting my next feast
The King I am mostly wins

I began to brag in fullness
Carefully escaping that cheat of nature
Water commander; territory destroyer
Attacking slowly; devouring in speed

Seeds sprouting in my abdomen
They won’t survive in my giant kingdom
Need soil; need someone’s space
Before I kinged fluids I begged soil

Who can be proud of a weak king?
Overthrow and death are near him
Pride is our most decorated vanity
Only if you knew how you became?

Should I really be king?
Pride blinds us once we become
Ungratefulness updated in our being
Drop that ego; your cargo will sink

I deposited my eggs ashore
Brilliantly sealed their tomb
A tomb-womb like Jesus’
Dying to life again

Not long enough though
But those days stole my peace good
I gallivanted solemnly ashore
Digging up my princes and princesses

Oh pride! You killed my children already
I didn’t even get the favour to teach
Bluntly refusing to thank the soil
They quickly travelled into their realm

Before I returned home
These tiny creatures were on already
Demanding power and dominance
Never to remember how they became

My feet itching; mouth shivering
But how much must we teach?
What can be learnt from silence?
We are beings patterned in experience

Age trapped me; my kids grew strong
They smashed well; I eager to teach
When a group of weaker friends appear
They were always confused and couldn’t kill

They found a way to burn their pride.
I laughed at them skillfully
When they saw many; they starved
When our pride fails us
It doesn’t notify nor apologises after

I remain King of fluids as I think
Perhaps a confused King
We are greatly impaired;
Find a healer and provider humbly.

Author: Larry Onokpite

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