chants have been offered at first cock-crow
the kola lobes
have been baptised
by the fisty fingers of the high priest
but who,
who will oil the soil
with libation oaths of a new dawn,
who?

today is the day
chants have been offered at second cock-crow
the ceremonial oren*
have been broken and ground into powder
and thirsty fingers have kissed
the foreheads
with shadows of the chalk
but who,
who will decree the breeze
to echo the flights of our pleas
to the limits,
who.

today is the day
but who?
today is the day
who?
the fathers are down
glad again
for yet another
festival unascended…