sober-reflecting on the days when they were still sober.
reminiscing the times before
their tongues
ever tasted power. Before
their lips kissed
the rim of the calabash.
behold our Messiah who turns
power to wine—
strong frothing wine. &
drink till it blurs their
vision. &
deafens their ears. &
corrupts their hearts.
coursing through
their esophagus like the
venom of a diamondback rattle snake.
Disclaimer: Power-drinkards are liable to run mad.
Greed; drowning drinking them
& driving them insane
like it isn't a crime to
drink & drive. power
corrupts but absolute power
corrupts absolutely.
Power drunk
they gyrate indefatigably to
the lamentations of their
people.
They say "serve us another
round, for we will never
tire.
We will drink until our very
deaths."
Power drunk
they gyrate indefatigably to
the lamentations of their
people.
One day,
your calabash will run dry.
And your keg will break.
where then will you turn to
to quench your insatiable
thirst?
which herb will cure you of
your madness? Who will wean
you of your deadly addiction?
sober-reflecting on the days
when these men were sober.
reminiscing on
the days before power drank
them…
Obaba Museum 