Birth place

abattoir

a black hill
its ground is a bed with blood
a market of flesh, horns, hooves and noise

native name
Giring, a neighbour of
Dogon Karfe (it’s a long iron)

born in Jos
when the clouds were made fresh
and the home of peace was never pissed.

a plateau
became my home from birth.
a blessing that became my treasure.

Ruddapoet