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ZODML Poetry Corner: Post-Humous Defence Against Rancid Feast of Pummelling Fist

By roland.akpe on 8 Aug, 2014

This week we feature a stirring poem by Roland Ndu Akpe. Are you a poet (or short fiction/opinion piece/book review writer)? Send your work to [email protected] for a chance to be featured on the ZODML blog!

 

Leave me stinking

deep. Clash of stinks

inhabit the beats that

this heart should. Glue

me into one from

all pieces that once were one,

I pray.

A fistula of emotions

held in chokehold

belching grime with a buzz buzz

of cologne bussing its

way down this throat is what

I am.

Fistula. Feast of hernia'd innards

surviving in the tearing of the clothing

that is membrane mixing mucosa juices

that should be tolerant, by logic,

but is

infection,

rotting affection,

Save our soul, oh Lord!

Testosterone that we should love is

the death knell to our innocence

in ringing tolls of

trust

thrust

down the throat that this legs

hide like lips for shy smiles

Smiles shall issue forth from this throat,

I know.

But

these legs shall hide them for today,

tomorrow

and the day after

hidden behind the horizon

of days at the cusp of birth from mud

of witches' day.

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