This poem is taken from Stand 223, 17(3) September - November 2019.
Poem
Oil and Water
Who remember the man with the ink stain hands draw round the shape of a calabash bowl drip ink in the import quill with his long white hands say here this land is mine
Mine Mine
Who give him permission
No parrot nor jaguar nor labba
Who give him permission
...
Who remember the man with the ink stain hands draw round the shape of a calabash bowl drip ink in the import quill with his long white hands say here this land is mine
Mine Mine
Who give him permission
No parrot nor jaguar nor labba
Who give him permission
...
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