January 27, 2026

An Ode To Soyinkaresque.part 58

Apparently metaphysics with a high-register English that utilizes archaic terms like "chirurgeons" and complex metaphors of "petrified ancients".

Sonnet I: The Iron-Shod Architect (Ogun’s Chosen)
The charcoal-bearded sage of Ogun’s forge,
Whose pen is whetted like the circumcised blade,
From Isara’s red earth, the myths emerge,
In crucible of iron-will, the verse is made.
He straddles realms where petrified ancients gaze,
Through labyrinths of the transitionary void,
A cataclysmic spark in harmattan haze,
Where tyrant-idols are by truth destroyed.
The "shuttle in the crypt" weaves silent threads,
Through limestone cells where "the man died" in chains,
Yet from the marrow of those prison beds,
A catechumenical fire still remains.
The Lion’s roar through Aké’s guavas rings,
As deified logic through the forest sings.
Sonnet II: The Lexical Volcanist
A sumptuous resurrection of the word,
He bleeds the choleric with a surgeon’s grace,
No pithy, pale-tongued sentence is preferred,
Where maximalist architectures claim their space.
He haunts the road where drivers court the ditch,
With incantatory rhythms, dark and deep,
A syntax labyrinthine, dense and rich,
Where Yoruba gods their ancient vigils keep.
The Abiku mocks the womb’s recurring door,
While telephone conversations peel the skin
Of racial masks that hide the festering sore,
Of colonial shadows lingering within.
The Nobel laurel rests on silvered hair,
A crown of thorns and roses, woven there.
Sonnet III: The Prisonette’s Witness
Upon the "shuttle’s" loom, the darkness pales,
Two years of silence birthed on toilet leaf,
Where solitary walls told haunting tales,
Of "men led off" in sequences of grief.
He is the "watchdog" of the turning age,
Who "must set forth at dawn" to find the light,
A fierce iconoclast upon the stage,
Who "treads the verge" of the internal night.
From Kongi’s harvest to the area boy’s street,
His satire cuts like razors through the pride
Of "pompous teachers" and the bold deceit,
Of "clever preachers" who have logic defied.
The forest’s dance is never truly done,
While justice seeks its place beneath the sun.

We treat more sonnets focusing on specific works like Death and the King's Horseman or his recent Chronicles from the Land of the Happiest People on Earth.

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