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FOR MY LATE UNCLE: KWABENA BOATENG

You lie on the roaster tonight Flanked by many cooks under a beautiful light You lie being garnished with tears Of those who will never want to be you For they know, they will never eat you Nor sit for anyone to eat you You are the special food of the earth   Tomorrow, you’ll […]

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THE COOK WITH THE BLESSED HANDS

It has no sympathy It would have waited a while For you to taste the soup you brewed with love before having you for supper   There is also the gods’ apathy Contributing to your being taken Before your soup was done   Half done, I cried tears of blood, seeing as other cooks tended […]