Photo credit: Andrew Moore via Flickr.

 

our dead is dead the warrant of death the debt the deficits
but our dead is lazarus the wounds & the lacerations
yet it breathes the apostles say it pulsates
but the practitioners call the hearse it resurrects again
they say the wood-smoke & the spirit are synonymous
the sepia cloud the ultramarine evening of the last day
the practitioners
claim the embalming hour the new generation are taught the words of the apostles
no need of coffin god in heaven is death & resurrection. the scripture
& the book: & then the dead horse rose galloping a thousand miles
as wink the practitioners speak its skin. is like a museum
but the expert claims with history & the new generation should say
allegiance to the cartography & the scholarship writes its curriculum:
she is but a mermaid the aesthetics & an anthem to the golden era
as one gay morning. the blue sky & the horizon. the practitioners sing
the obituary like an hacked coat of arm. with tentacles of meaning;
the lexis the eagle the strength of the people who could fly away with others sweets
the horses the winds & many people chasing nothing & lexis of massiveness
the confluence where the tribes spoke incongruously. an ethnic of languages & the loam a field of wealth to the many but a pot to be owned by one in the eyes of a broad-daylight after the recess we sing the funeral song. the patriots hymn flow like water in the mouths of the brigands such as a boastful afternoon the practitioner calls again our dead is long dead
& the loot is now a dirt that smears her last integrity
a garment sewn white & green but the apostles sing
the doves must reign a compendium of peace they swore
to the winds digging deep in the prayers of birds that knew the anthem of roosts raising a pledge to the cloud of dust that stirs. a retch for the scarcity of death

 

 

About the Writer:

Bolaji Akintola is a Nigerian poet and currently a third year student at the University of Lagos, pursuing a Bachelor’s degree in History and Education. He loves art and writes poetry investigated with the instrument of heart. He has been published in Kalahari Review, One, Peregrine Reads and featured in several anthologies including Deep Dreams.