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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Uche Ogbuji


Goddess Emeritus

Give us this day our break from bread,
The wild seed's rich imitation.
Turn back falsified goddess cereal:
Her gift today groans up excess.
When man's fifth decade was funereal,
Your turn to balance your meal books,
A lifetime's grain had been no surfeit,
Winter fitted the year's material.
But now we live no end of starch,
The wild seed's rich imitation,
Our rib cage silo's long-fixed girth,
Which now we're privileged to burst,
Thankful to the goddess of tilled earth;
Our ripe age sign of her bounty.
Let's strip her shrine even we who give
Thanks, full enough to trail unto dearth.