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INHUMED PENS
My eyes at war against cumulus
As the ink dries off, do lines
fade
fade
Ajar, the bloodbath gate of Hades
Pen now flowing moist mucus.
Come crepuscule, Umuofia was
drowned in lament
drowned in lament
Even the anthills of the savannah went
into hiding
into hiding
For a pen’s breathe worth more
than hundred cents
than hundred cents
And just before dawn, emerged
spectral striding.
spectral striding.
There, the joys of motherhood laid
to rest
to rest
Along with the concubines, twirling
like phantasmagoria
like phantasmagoria
Who is the next ink to dry off in
its nest?
its nest?
Protruded in the venter, is a
flare agoraphobia.
flare agoraphobia.
The pen’s penchant, its survival
shall defend
shall defend
Behind a rusty, blotted sheet
Are engraved lines not to be effete?
Pugilism takes over! That pages
might eternally distend.
might eternally distend.
written by Balogun Yusuf
yusufbalo15@gmail.com
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