​THE SMOKE WORSHIP

I thought only noses of the earth

Drugged deep by rats and mice

Caused hunters to rear smoke 

To sneeze out deli-meats

Little did I know some heads are rat holes

Hoarding abominants 

So owners light their mouths

To sneeze their fall
II

How heads have turned “muchia” 

To cook brains into highness

Bleach mouths into coal

And eyes into blood-balls

By the abled fan of holes for edibles

Is above my share of Twereduampong’s knowledge  
III

Manifestations of some “lighted heads” 

Clearly show works for Pantang 

As crowns mark kings,  only this time, in non-reverence

Yet many fuel its gas of need

Becoming seeds for guttered minds

Soiling the future’s up-beings meant for driving nations

Definitely their stations
IV

They say words on books rush into heads without efforts

Their legs moving like comfortable sneakers 

When the head is high

They say the waist get wings to grow huge trees for pounding hidden sweetners

When the head is high

They say the mouth opens in braveness

As commanders leading their troops 

When the head is high

So they preach on

To soil the blood and waters

And light heads for a great boosting
V

A rotten tooth digs under neighbouring teeth

He who knows no death should watch sleeping faces

We cook or roast to eat or use not to seat to cheat

Let those with holed-ears hear

That the smoke and coke can choke brilliance

And brand our shaking labour hands lepers 

With no visible fingers to proceed in succession 

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) June 26, 2017

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