My mental ratio pits against Mount Kilimanjaro –
I’ll be an Alsatian with a wagging tail only
After he wins, but this mano-a-mano won’t
Pass for I aspire to be the tallest mountain
Who parleys with Sol.
Already, but some dote on me and ascend down on me
Like a mantis religioso whose benedick is in her belly
And disdains the glory in the valley
After prettifying me beyond redemption.
These blue-sky standards I can’t deal
For I want to roll in the hay with the vale
Where the language of water is propitiation
And the Sun has no jurisdiction, for beauty will
Be an ugly old witch cascading down a skyline.
About the poet
Success Akpojotor, born in Benin City, writes poetry, prose and theatre. A graduate of the University of Benin’s Department of History and International Studies, and an Ambassador appointed by the Fundación César Egido Serrano, Madrid, is the author of Sex and Lagos City (2016). His works have appeared here in Afrikánã, Saraba Magazine, Kalahari Review, USAfrica, among others. @sadavidia.