June 14, 2016 at 2:25 am

YAM IS ON FIRE
Yam is on fire
And the gun powder can hear the walks of a
wandering animal
Let the house rat warn the bush rat
Yam is on fire and the hunter is searching the
troubled grass
If you hear the drumming of mortar at the
riverside
And the calculated jumps of a restless pestle
Do not call for a race
is the one pounding yam
Tongues peep out in caressing curious lips
Silver saliva drops on awaiting lungs
Yam is on fire ;
The lyrics that sweetened our curious belly
And the lines that wet our faces with smiles
Come here and watch, come here and see
The baptism of mortared yams in river Okro

And the journey of mortared yams through the
lungs