upon reading a new headline of grief: ‘nigeria is bleeding’
in this poem.
you will see bodies. littering
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.
Poem © Eniola Abdulroqeeb Arówólò
Photo by Prince Akachi on Unsplash (modified)