In the middle of     an ocean   stirring to     the hush of breaking glass,

A Black box hovers   trying    to remember The faces they wore when    they were Country.

Water answers in sparkles ;

Of rainbows sitting

                              Round a white table,

Waving black flags.

Of dibias folding in to 

                                    Concrete.Rubik.Night.   

Of a stillborn floating

                                  Over water

                                                    Like God lost at Sea.

Of an ocean, what kept our memories,

                                                            praying

                                                                         for a black box to keep her.

In the middle of     an ocean   stirring to     the

hush of breaking glass,

A country hovers

Forgetting

Uli, Adinkra, Nsibiri 

Fading to birthmarks

On white skin