By Abiodun Oladipo

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This van of rebels is on reverse,
so its journey is penned down in re- verse.

,day this you beseech we
.bowels gargantuan of men ye oh
.gods as yourselves think, clay fouled, you
.birds groaning the of necks tiny the strangled robes your

you but times several roused have we
on masks the with milk spilling without
sands the but faces hidden your behind came
.moisture its with milk spilled the betrayed

,mouths your in smokes  flipped chimney like, you
.tunnels the of end the to routes the blocking
.break day by gone fingers four
ambitions of umbrellas seductive and brooms long with came you

,masked again out came you noon by
.skins cracking our await vultures the while 

!glutton you
.barn the in yams the all gulped
thieves alleged the swept you
,away walked thieves real the you while
.umbrellas with covered rain the from

Here we are,
these rebels must alight
No more re-verse.
Check your indexes and boxes.