A TALE OF MIGRATORY LOCUSTS & HOLOCAUST
They said the moon would weep with us when death eats supper in our huts but as soon as the sun slept off, she sharpened the claws of the stars &led them to our huts Watch how you hold the words of this poem ‘cos…
Derivatives of Silence
. a lady is holding god’s obituary- she painted it on a canvas of pain with the crayons of his silence she is saying; “i’m not an artist but i watched god die in the tears of a little boy, who was born with a…
Solitude: A Poem By Ehi-kowochio Ogwiji
On the shelf of solitude, silence is a book, with black & white pages, telling stories which died on their way to the village square; like that of Enem Ogodoo, the one who spent a lifetime, oiling a flute which would play the first note…
Death is not another color of light
Do not tell me that death is an anaerobic sleep, And like the whale which swallowed Jonah, It’d spew my son at the tideless shore of bliss, Just to muffle my mournful wail! If you must, let your coffin first sail on a sea of…
The door creaked again, last night
like the night before, i crawled under our bed, from where i watched them; cut my brother’s arms, smash my father’s testicles, plant iron seeds in mama’s thighs & left me a glass of fresh milk. — that night, death was with me & he…
