how do you tell a boy-jalopy / catching dead air/ of
hopes/ when riding /through a ghost town / to be gutsy ?
be the concremation of yourselves reborn / tell him of his
half-moon mother /of mint homecoming shadows/
the absence of a man plumaged in memories /
the sun’s omnibenevolence of light is the eye of darkness/
that smile is the conjuring of scars/ that loving is incarnation/ that living is a thingification/ like
the offing is a miracle infamous / for the young pregnant of butterflies with pipe dreams deserted/ if he sees his father’s
obit/ prophe-syghing/ a scarification on signposts/ then he’s plagued to survive/ remind him of people who died / and
who is next to bite-the-dust? make the boy’s shadow a compass pointing homeward/ a sight-gag of distances/
into a god’s oblivion with the wind’s ventriloquism/ of life in mirages enumerating an orplay of fire/ wound-up
around memories of blood hosting black-smokers/ found teach him to face lost moons/ to play with a skeleton
of friends/open him up to the storm-windows in his bones/ let him grow up a witness of dead history of birds alive in
his mother’s knowledge/ to understand goosebumps one must be god enough to be human/ that his body is coffin
filled with a chi/ —the science of death & life
a country of hungry mares live in your dreams/
A wound is a map
like races we are swevens disjunctively cemented by dreads asking to be solved. in the conscience of war, peace is pretext unfurling its propagandist mind to siren melancholy, like silence thickens tonguages, like a kiss underlines a kind terror that stuff butterflies into mouths. when a bullet searches a soul fate is found bleeding the dearth of what makes hope a waif a body can’t contain forever. i hound for shelter in the skins of hypermnesias; here a wound is a map leading us to the drawings telling history to beg for alms. [w]here freedom is a suffering child, i stalk the birth of shadows in footsteps, watch lips slit into bombshells and the haunting eyes of hunger masks everyone a ghoul of smiles, a target. I half a yellow sun & acknowledge a dark lane is oblivion stalking us, with the memories of places with pictographs of bitten spaces. the scorching sky falls on dying countryboys. in the conscience of folktales: there are living nightmares in girls: sunflowers in the sad ash of dawn, a fibre of widowed women in shrouds of esotericism weighing pounds of void, bodies like looted cities, the dry souls in the temple of minds, men tucked deep in their pockets of blood & skeletons & children, war inherited from us; say we have ruins enough to cherish.
About The Author
Nwankwo Prosper O is a happy-ish Nigerian writer, poet, painter, and a final year student of Mass communication. Prosper seeks reunion through the accents of poetry that x-rays existentialism, ruins, sensuality, and humanity. Some of his works have been featured or forthcoming in EroGospel, Praxis, Akuko, Palette Poetry, The Giant Pen, The Anthology of Boys Are Not Stones, The Quills, and elsewhere. His MelSang personality dictates his hobbies through a plethora of things he loves unknowing in the music of silence. He can be reached via: firstname.lastname@example.org
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