A Rigmarole of Loss
when i hear demise / i know another person
is torpid clench the sunshine to my visage
& trace beatitude to
my heart / like a terrorist
on a
geographical map
i
meant to baptise my body against
grief
/ & then i feel / the nature of the blade
in
my body to a boy that never knows
what
loss means it's hurter than
sprinkle
salt
on an incision when the doctor says maternal
death it means / blissful moaning:
your
mother obeys gravity law her soul
is untied like a fruit
plopped from a
tree i behold my grandmother /
deflates on the floor like a
pulverized rock crestfallen
& her face feels
ghastly drench
as though she is
standing in a gasping spasm
they say ìbànújé ni kí omo tojú òbí ròrun
but in
my hometown
birth & death are closely akin & palpable
the only difference is
what you felt & when i hear death
my
tongue is slothful to hold prayer my
happiness
never
grows wings & affliction
revamps
our
home to theatre scintillating on my flesh
thrust
a scalpel / rive bone / left cut
it uncovers.
Ismail Yusuf Olumoh
Ismail Yusuf Olumoh is a
Nigerian creative writer and teacher, a poet, a spoken word artiste, a graphics
designer, a content creator, and a video editor. His works are published and
forthcoming in Nantygreens, Eboquills, Fevers of the mind, Poemify Publishers,
Festival for poetry, De Curated, Synchronized Chaos, Williwash, World Planet
Anthology, and others. He writes from Ilorin, Kwara State. When he is not
writing, he enjoys reading or cooking. He tweets @icreatives0
"i meant to baptise my body against grief" Terrific passage.
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