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by Kwame Opoku-Duku to the River Ofin we go out into the bush alone we go mad with holy trembling like children emerged from water running into the sun the only thing holier than word is blood to belong to the river is to belong to the infinite is to call it a god & to the river every child’s cry is a psalm if the gods do exist may all bodies tremble the same men lie while holy about so many things we tell lies about children let the water babies sing this is our block we can make as much noise as we want keep talkin all that mess & see what happens when our momma gets back  photo by John Henri Coene Kwame Opoku-Duku is the author of The Unbnd Verses (Glass Poetry Press, 2018). His work is featured or forthcoming in BOMB, the Massachusetts Review, The Literary Review, Bettering American Poetry, Booth, BOAAT, and other publications. Kwame lives in New York City, where he is a teaching artist, and along with Karisma Price, he is a founding member of the Unbnd Collective. He tweets @kwamethethird. Comments are closed.
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