Long, Long before i saw this scion of the iroko,
have i heard of his sturdy presence,
of fleeted roots boring holes
with mathematical skills.
He meandered his way
in snake like form,
farming destruction in the lives of the apostles
with dazzling flashes of white light.
now passer-by look on
dazed from the ferocity of such attack
some like the SON OF ERGUR
shivering from induced Parkinson,
others wondering if he is from mars.