William Eke Biography

Come Brother,
Shall we sheathe our swords
And play this game of many words
With this lineage of wise men
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I have come to lush grass and twin ant-hills
Mounting red, and butterflies with no cares
Dancing over flowers that would scarce hold still.
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What strength of will lay deep and hard
Keen to quench as invisible dew
Borne on wild blades of grass this thirst
For the glistening ripeness of your flesh;
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Rising at dawn
With holy eyes fastened forward,
What visions distill downward
From whence the compass points,
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