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REFORESTATION

No one can exactly explain
How Sumaguru and Sundiata resurrected
And chose my heart as the venue for their final fight.

Our tradition, fire is a symbol of greediness
It eats up a whole ocean in a blink of an eye.

A girl once locked me in a cage made of flame
And said: you rather fuck your self/
A sane girl won’t crave you on her precious stone.

We’d just buried a week or two
Another girl passed her hands through me
Picked me up from the center of an angry fire
My ex drew inside my house.

She redressed my badly dressed up memories
And dropped a seed named love/ inside my body.
It germinated into a forest
Three times as big as the acres of Amazon.





Abuoya Eruot writes from Paynesville, Liberia. He’s a budding poet and a worshipper of music, who gathers muse from personal experiences, happenings in society, and nature.

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