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we will have no mouth to mourn what morning brings the corona-feasting carrion littering our lawns we will have no seed but scion to plant for the season our barns be brimmed with broken memories of loss we will bear no tongue with which to sling supplications skywards for god's favoured hand between reality and fantasy we see zilch swimming the sea the depth of faith flows towards confluence of cognition we will be drained like delta with politricked veracity our maudlin moans bile our belly like brackish water in fish groin no tears to shed no tea to share covid coos like ominous cock in the afternoon of life
Nket-Awaji Alpheaus is a poet, critic and essayist. He is currently studying English and Literary studies at Ignatius Ajuru University. He has featured in Tribute to Kofi Annan anthology, Citadel of Words anthology published by Words Rhyme & Rhythm and Repostes of Locked Down Voices published by the Society of Young Nigerian Writers (SYNW). He is currently working on his collection of poems, Acres of Mind Away from Home.
