storm clouds, Sàngó squeezed himself, slow, imbued
with dreams of her beneath him, dark skin ripe, breast cupped
when__BOOM!___rang the doors of his palace, the room shook
BOOM!___I’M THE GOD OF THUNDER! WHO DARES INTERRUPT …
Oh, greetings, Osún. She swept in. Her garments took
the deep thick greenish tinge of low waves. Her crown quaked
with new-moon jewels. The River Goddess, angry, shook.
Sàngó! That’s Modupe! You shouldn’t even take
a peek! You know the oath I took__/__Yes but__/__Nothing!
Now, go clean yourself. I bring news. For your own sake.
Moments later Sàngó returned, low-thundering
with each step. Don’t sulk! A ah! Now, I know his name
angers you, but the Greek God-King, Zeus, is warring
and mankind again is at risk. Modupe’s name
is drawn among the list of likely casualties
if you react, Sàngó. Now, our sage who has tamed
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