A Tributary In Servitude 16 Elegy For Union
I. Could tears of the morningafter a long black night of doom at dooms-delighthot unstoppable tears from ruptured eye socketshands hanging on necks, returning from war blood-soaked from the murder of brethren.The battalion advancesweary now of where they went— tangible testaments of trade on broken forehead;The march homeward is a harvest of woes borne by men who groansilently,for the healing balm which they lack at homewhichthey have not found.At the command headquarters martial music alreadywails at the funeral of a dreamAt the state chapelthe priest p.r.o.nounces the wedlock of evil and evilThe groom drinks from the skull of the bard—his friends shiver in their burrows;all tongues curfewed for public safety.The folly of the general is legendry for he mutters at every tea party:it was a war well fought; this democracy, my brotherleaves a bad taste in the mouth.II. Bring us the lugardian urnthat we may see from his tongue where our tears beganActing on instructions— the empire's drive for the consolidation of vanitiesHe robed together all elements within reach, permitted the water-G.o.ddess to christen the child.The child played round his dragons and by the time she was weaned
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she had been schooled to self-destruct.Bring us Richard, bring us McPherson that we may feed the rage of their dragon-child!Handing false majority to the s.l.u.t tormenting the cl.u.s.ter of rebels coach of a side,umpire in a national tournamentSo they taught the new bride polyandry— how to erase the memory of her killers from the seas.Eying jubilee and yet still crawling, bring us the official taboos, that we may read from its lettersmore on how our sorrows began…It is payback time,we are thanking Lugard with a cup of vinegarWe will colour his eye with grief we will carve a green white greentotem and give guard to his wife, the devilWe will all pay tribute— including those of Baka.s.siWe will marry the widow on the throne to the G.o.d of thunder right in the presence of Ulli Bier!
Bring the kola, fetch the bitter kolabring the schnapps and the drinking bowls; bring the taster, and the eldest man.We are thanking Lugard with a cup of vinegar we are honouring apostles and icons of tradeWe are thanking our naked G.o.dsfor hiring the mountain to crack a nut…