Joseph Kolawole Poems

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1.
What Now?

My legs prance
To the trado-modern tunes
Emanating from bàtá, ìyá-ìlù;
Omele gángan sounds like toms,
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2.
Cloud Of Dissimulation

Waveringly, I stare-on.
This nightmarish cloud, meant to be promising.
The gold sheet, purported, actually
wallpapered the imminent downpour.
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