From The Autopsies Inquest Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Thorns- cradle theirs put
And pillows there rocks fasten
That as their milk -lion semen use
Aye-readiness life that awaits them

To crawl on embers as they sprout
The scars their face carries deep
So- -me’ may not their beauty shame then
Aye- preparation what world here host

And as fare- bail them perish not by maggots
Doth that disgusts reaches emptiness
And they- by repeat finds maggots decent
Yes tis preparation for misery that awaits them

How sane to make- coffins their sleeping place
Hath-dwell in deep the woods alone
So they- by recurrence find grave not strange
Aye- tis preparation for death that comes

Yes I teach my daughters the art of fire
Dwell their hands in flames to sore
Bore them so to endure its torment
For tis preparation hell that awaits us-