port Harcourt when i first stood on your forehead you became the guise of voices in neighbouring hut at night not the assonance of laughter that placated my nerve the sight of your plastered mug brings back my grandmother's blistered time-crumpled outward you waver along in ragamuffin under cosmic bridge limping after every shoe cloth dress and bags for a handshake of alms what happened to your health? why does your perfume nauseate me and your breath pierces my nose like a voyage in a forest of carcass? you are a rotten trunk tasselled with a glowing bark! your night is a moment in hell and your morning once upon egypt air-route for flying jet of delinquency your water produces leech blood usurpers on fish scale not fortress against baits where is the rainbow i often found in the sky of returning lips oh port harcourt whose pots are courts where meat arbirates fingers
NKET GODWIN is a poet, critic and essayist. His works appeared or are forthcoming in both print and online magazines and anthologies. He writes from Rivers State.