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Where the Dead Can Finally Die

  • September 29, 2021
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[12:00am]

A boy cannot ignore the tantrums in every repose.

Nothing remains calm that is calm forever. Even the

Dead:

  1. His father, ghost-rizzling into the dried leaves

     Stuffed in a rizla clipped between his fingers.

  1. He sees him in every puff of smoke. A weed is

     Too blunt to cut through the forest of loss; of

     Insomnia —still, the ghoul in his eyes must be

     Asphyxiated.

[4:00am] His alarm meets him awake like the previous

                 Day, and the day before the previous day.

  1. A scavenging bird strewns itself to an injured prayer

       Finding its way back into his…

 Mouth:  now a shrine, every word he speaks walks

               Backwards into his throat, such that live

               Becomes evil  — where he forages his veins

               For the echoes of his father’s voice calling him

Home: a place where the dead can finally die.

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[6:00am] Tears trickle into the wall clock hanging beneath the murky

Ceiling of grief to turn time into an ocean swallowing all. A boy whispers

A name to the teething edge of a razor blade —after which he draws

A face on his wrist and calls it a road. The quarts of the clock

shapeshifts into a boat ferrying the boy anti-clockwise into the

 same mouth that swallowed his father.

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Father, a flower blooming into the morning of a country

Ensnarled in the uterus of a nightmare. A man in black is

The sun dangling too close to a flower.

Reversed-photosynthesis is how I say chlorophyll

Has grown teeth. An AK47 at a checkpoint is too old to crack

Jokes — call it a grizzled squirrel —then label father a palm kernel

In its mouth.


photo credit: author

Michael Imossan

is a writer keen on expressing himself through all genres of literature. He loves being in class — whether as a teacher or a student. He is a joint winner of the Shuzia Redemption Poetry contest. He is a winner of the poetrycolumn-nnd Weekly poetry contest. He has been longlisted for the Nigeriannewsdirect poetry prize 2020, as well as for the Shuzia prose competition. He is a second place winner of the Letters To The Lion of JADA Spoken word poetry competition. He has been a judge of the FASA spoken word slam. His works have been/are forthcoming on Inertia Teens Magazine, Small Leaf Press, FieryScribe Review, poetrycolumn-nnd, Olney Magazines, Salamander Ink and elsewhere. Also, he has been interviewed and published by The Daily Trust Newspaper. Tweet him via @michael_imossan. Facebook: michael Imossan.

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