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37 From the arena (For my brother, Mbaku Christopher Cho, a gifted English Language teacher and a genius, who departed too soon) There are times when For want of something better I stoke the embers I do it on purpose And then stand back And watch the raging battle Between heaven and earth Between God and Satan Between good and evil Between the devil and the deep blue sea. Narrow escape I let it out I let the cat out of the bag But it didn’t matter For as he came out of the presbytery He mistook the report For the bell of high mass. The obvious Canon fodder and rift valleys That’s all he knows Nothing more After all What do you expect from a mercenary? With nothing but a weapon of mass destruction A hood, a sharp end and a fake leather jacket? ...

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