Five people in a luxury car caught up
in a grand, sad sadness of leather seats
and smooth wheels with tires scientifically
certified millimetre perfect tires that
blink at the rocks and the twigs and leaves.
Ogun State, guns. Printers printing guns.
Machines and Zeus, ruler and fondler of
the world: the world and all it’s guts,
the gently roasted belly of diamonds
and pretzels in a foreman’s lunchbox.
Scylla, stay close to the rocks
Enola has come and she has
twenty-six hundred heads.