Greece

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 By Newton-Ray Ukwuoma




Let’s talk about a journey;

A longing

Our meditation on destiny

Come, let’s talk about Greece

Our grease

A mangrove lying on a coastal tangle

Hold my hands:

Let’s talk about peace:

A tranquil undergrowth

Ringed by a naked meadow


 


Come away, fly like Europa on Zeus’s bull


Unplug your mind from this Corolla’s backseat


Take up wings and catapult


 


Your Knight-in-shining-armor struts  


Where stones discharge glassy fluids


He swims, blazing an African tan on Grecian waters


 


Stretch damsel like a wet goddess


 Hungry for the sun’s heat


Unzig your zag, uncoil your legs


On this deserted island


 


Let your eyes greet his groins


As Prince Charming digs out of the blue sea


A gingerly god trumping ancient demons


Let your lips salute Africa like Pysche, Cupid’s arrow


 


Today’s zeitgeist calls on you


Ship your spirit out to cruise


Zephyr craves your embrace


 


Bless the air, vanquish Poseidon’s chains


Hug freedom and nail all restraints


Also on that cross fix every inward tears


For today is the third day, our tents have known many warmth


The son of peace is now born and ever more he lives


We with him – new born gods on an ancient greenland




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