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| by Olowonjoyin Muhammed |
POTSHERD OF BROKEN WHISPERS
sickening, like the body of a boy, tired as snowfalls
wavering on a precipice of hope with bloodshot eyes
from the war between his father and chrysanthemum,
between his heaven and earth. “live, live, live, like the palace
to a king,” they said, but he wears falling the way
tired snows wear gravity & the way missiles wear sadism
before shapeshifting terrains into museums of loss.
Say he plants an hysteria of laughter in his mouth
before he’s told that he’s too pain
to heal, too sad to suffice, too empty to nurture,
too faulty to repair —
say he buries hibiscuses in his marrows &
lights glint before they recede back into gloom’s tongue,
He photosynthesizes smiles when
sunrays of god’s impulses tongue his shredding body.
this is to say, he’s a potsherd of broken whispers glorifying
himself with the flowers germinating in a pottery
of god’s superiority.
say it’s sin to pluck a flower from his mouth, &
say it’s blasphemy to ask him how he worships in a body
that houses yawning dreams, waiting to be put to sleep.
Image Credit: ©Wiktionary
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OLOWONJOYIN MUHAMMED SANNI (A-Per-Se), he/him, studies Biochemistry in University of Ilorin. His poems have been published or forthcoming in African Writer Magazine, Words And Whispers, Acropolis Journal, Kreative Diadem, Ice Lolly Review, Ngiga Review, Livina Press, Arts Lounge, Hey! Young Writer, Fiery Scribe Review and elsewhere. He's a workshop student at Polyphony Lit Mag and a poetry reader for The Dodge Magazine. When he's not tracing biochemical pathways, he's either writing, or searching for peace. He tweets @APerSe_
