god’s face drips with red songs
Nwankwo Prosper O.
what humanity is there in the ambiguity of art with elegies when we share the proverbial of grief in different skin paradox when the doors of time open god’s face drips with red songs
? surrounded by nebulation among the vesperals of broken beings among the poetry of conned-humanics among starched expressions with used prosaic grins of wasted light of honey among homes with sorrowful windowpanes among men with the inheritance of mushroom clouds among pages with unsubmerged memories among ashes & dust of blown minds among the canticles of birds interpreting human pangs among the sweetness that no longer lives in nostalgic trees among the apple of eyes dripping with bloodshed among the unadulterated hands of man earthy among the chaste of flowers with human blood among the humane blade-hands among the civilised kalashnikoving hands of colonisers’ aid among the prophecy of bullets that will make red-carved mouths out of bodies among extinguished dreams among villages hunger culture & plague among the silence with roots to the boy who ate his gun among dry-leaf voices in throats blossoming with the taste of shadows & tears translating a sea’s sharp sorrow of salt among the dense united nation with the smell of aged grudges in diversity among aquamarine visions dimpled by sleep among the hourglass-figure-girls pimped out by mothers to strangers for coitus incentives among the lost children peopling the homeless wind ¿
i ask
Nwankwo Prosper O. is a Nigerian writer, enshrined in a plethora of pieces. He seeks reunion through the accents of poetry that x-rays existentialism, ruins, sensuality, and humanity. Some of his works have been featured or are forthcoming in EroGospel, Praxis, Akuko, the anthology of Boys Are Not Stones, Eboquills, The Quills issue 7, the SpriNG Afro-Eros Anthology, Wrongdoing, Wetdreamz, Peeking Cat, Feral Journal, and elsewhere. He can be reached via Twitter @NwankwoProsper8.
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