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LAMENTATIONS

Lamentations

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Right hands glued to faults
Eyes pasted on colored glass
Such are the lamentations of saints
The lamentations of an old man

Is a skin stretched over tired bones
Hollow and cancerous, light as quarried stones
Written T’s with uncrossed limbs
i’s with unfinished dots
The lamentations of pregnant woman

Is skin taut like a drum
Swollen ankles and feverish mornings
Untyped periods, lost in bleeding sentences
Dies rolling down chromosomal stairs
The lamentations of the hungry children of Africa

Is skin taut like a drum
Spindly legs supporting large heads, bearing sunken sockets
Dry plates and drier palates
Lies from rotten political volcanoes spewing
The lamentations of Eden

There is a tree of Knowledge,
And a bevy of slithering snakes
Skillful ventriloquists, golden fruits
Cries of lost perfection, washing down proud eves

The lamentations of a Nigerian poet
Is a wandering and ink starved muse
Unread and unseen poems
Like the proverbial prophet, not lauded at home,
Wise fingers gripping office chairs, 9-5s

Written by: Chikatito Jones
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

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