My Heart Screams in Gold Plaited Pharynx

My heart screams in gold plaited pharynx
In helios of doggedly striking cymbals
Steeply giving in to exotic cries
Of the ghastly deflowered flora of the deltas
In muted slit of moaning fiona
Opobo; Gbaramatu; Brass; Okrika:
How many more ruptured landscapes
are my outcry partners
In this spectrum of brutality
Sinking into mutilating tools
Of crude oil explorations.
For them, my heart has continually screamed
In gold plaited pharynx.