upon reading a new headline of grief: ‘nigeria is bleeding’

in this poem.

you will see bodies. littering

avenues.

transmogrifying to cold white. boxed up

in caskets. by bullets

squirrelling round their

heads. you will see mothers

silted in grief. guttering like candle wax.

their eyes pummelled big and red.

by insomnia and tears. tears and tears.

you will find boys. bankrupt of dreams.

who sought solace. in a hanging noose.

everything ends in the beginning. & often,

one’s heart wanders in search. of why grief

inhabits a tenement. on the lips of this country’s.

poets.

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Poem © Eniola Abdulroqeeb Arówólò
Photo by Prince Akachi on Unsplash (modified)