Open – Sarpong Osei Asamoah
I open with joy and they say watch your mouth.
I learn to make something out of emptiness like bells do.
I watch a bullet make poetry out of holes;
the heaviest things to carry are the holes inside ourselves.
All the Saints of Elmina Castle are Wet – Sarpong Osei Asamoah
All the blood is a black road through the sea
All the saints are fishes folded in a wave.
All the gods must be sweet cows slaughtered with silence.
All the boats are a sour sword slice of history.