Hallowed Healing || Babatunde Olatunji David


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Hallowed Healing

by Babatunde Olatunji David

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

                                                    - Revelation 21:4 (KJV)

The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.

                                                    - Psalms 34:18 (KJV)

for boys that have            fallen like dried leaves during harmattan

for marigolds plucked too early from their pedicels          & planted on headstones as                  immortelles

for innocent oaks sent to hell,                     metamorphosed into          coffins        obeying the rhythms of        undertakers in droves     of black

for hearts breaking like     clouds    pouring     tears   as the rain

for cheeks seared        by streams of volcanic tufa  pretending as (hot)            tears

for heads with                wild thoughts         spiraling out of control            fleeing from            psychiatrists

for souls                                            sleeping on sleepless roads 

stranded on the           golden river        without an obol for the     ferryman

for suicide notes breathed into   &   scribbled to existence shapeshifting to            fiery elegies      scorching the crest of      the tongue of loved ones

for orphans searching for parental love in the mouth of poison bottles 

for                   countries hoisting their flags halfway &       national anthems                                            becoming dirges

for spirits shattered & scattered into       unknown        spaces 

for ghosts roaming              nothingness & desolate           homes

for corpses searching         furtively for         a coffin to call theirs

for orchards decaying & wilting every                  season 

for     bitter songs aligning with sadness humming lyrics of sorrow & grief

for thirsty roads,         quenching their thirst with the blood        of passengers


for birds reciting dirges & unlearning odes             

for flickering lights; fading, 

                                             dwindling & 

                                                              waning in utter darkness

                              this is a poem kaddish

for the living(dead) tormented into                 eternal damnation

“may the angels lead them in"

…& by this time tomorrow,     yew trees    will sprout in sepulchers to            feed the air

bones will put on flesh & walk, gyrating to the     soothing songs       that move through the pillars of the earth

hell will grow cold &      heaven     will find its place on earth

the sky will give birth to     [    ]                           & one-third of the earth will be coloured with               ecstasies   that never  fades

maybe by then, god(s)        will find the world habitable & hospitable  

but i don't know if a god can 

                                                fit into his creation.

Babatunde Olatunji David is a young Nigerian poet and lover of many genres of literature who writes to stay alive. He writes about life- its complexities, difficulties and intricacies while scribbling about the peculiarity of being a boy-child. He is currently studying Materials Science and Engineering at the Obafemi Awolowo University. His works have featured in Arkore Arts and he is hoping to publish more soon. He loves listening to emo raps and melodramatic music. Catch him on Facebook @Babatunde Olatunji David and on Twitter @Olatunj11274296.


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