Letters to Marion (And the Coming Generations)

Nineteen Hundred and Ninety-one

22 Letters to Marion (And the Coming Generations) Church Bells Summon The distant tolls call from their towers on the deserted hill and my heart’s filled with lead at Crossroads where I’m strayed gazing the fires of deep dark hell roar and devour my vulnerable flesh. I toddled on... I toddled on to the world that gave me breath and could not return The Holy Bells moan and clang and weep but I pace my way away into a lotus jungle into a wild honey forest for baits which speak a world of beauty Led to the heights of Fako Mounts ushered into a treasured world of lusts from Babylonian towers how could I return? Nineteen Hundred and Ninety-one Twenty centuries gyring to their end have met kings auctioning thrones the world speaks a common tongue of freedom, peace and liberty and the urn now wears the crown one man in the land of prawns put snuff in the wind 23 John Nkemngong Nkengasong cleared thick heads and a light gleamed on faces that begot new civilisations ah, John Fru Ndi! you would not hear him groan frothy politic words you’d not see him walk by night and plant thorns on kinship path can any one hurt that messiahman and ‘scape the voice of doom a goliath who threw his heart in a lion’s mouth and the carnivore ground her teeth to dust who else could shield the clan from the rolling rocks with his only chest? this is August Nineteen Ninety-one the century’s feet are running cold the voices of doom are dying and God’s paradise its hour come at last rounds up a sweep of a tortuous world. To a Gecko on My Window Pane Subtle beast stare not too deep in my innocent heart I know not what evil looms the threshold from where you’ve taken sudden flight and chilled my frozen mind look not too deep in my soul that now a tyrant’s victim who never danced the rhythm of its own song I stayed away from Liberty Club last night but something divulges my deeps of mind ...