By Osho Olaìítan Jeremiah
i watch how my body begins to fold into the catharsis of poems in the library of my heart.
for many days, till today, i keep regurgitating the wax of a candle/ i do not know how to unmask the beauty of the fire from my face/ when i break a poem into my pupils' palms & bear my scars to the earth's mou/th --
- a boy clasps his tongue to his mother's chest/ he could not pin a fatherly love to himself
- a roaring gunshot behind the fallen day's dream
- gory/ eyes shut/ a metaphor for Rubygold & the portrait Jude painted in his mother's journey//
every day after other days, when i cannot bury the scars & go to bed alone, i tear the chains in the train & sing it, the threnody /take me/ to the throat of a dove/ where my skin annihilates thorns.
Osho Olaìítan Jeremiah is a young Nigerian poet, teacher and student blending his words into pieces of writing from the beautiful city of Abeokuta, Ogun state. He is an undergraduate of Lagos State University. He has poems published/forthcoming in Litround, Naijahotstars, Madswirl, Communicator's league, arts lounge and elsewhere.
When he's not writing poems, he's drafting lesson plans, cycling or walking side by side with a twin sister.