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KIS ISLAND (a birthday poem for Kukogho Iruesiri Samson)
Here I stand, beneath shadeless cover Of the wraith-like, bald trees Shooting wearied stares at my rain-barren clouds As I plead for words to rhyme with rhythm I beseech thee, heir of wordsmiths Let ink run through my veins Fecundate the uterus of my apprentice mind With the phallus of your quill