Convulsion

air conditioned apparatuses asphyxiate her Nyos style
to the tragic halt of cardiac ride.
Nigeria warms since the last coup
gasses heavier than air  entrapped heat,
suffocate.
russet north, dark splotches
draping shrouds
matrices of a perfect mismatch.

Appropriated

My son
Do not forgo your dreams
Those sunken streams sited
in your source in your course
ensconced in your subliminal
the pure essence pluvial
only your slumbering could waken
stoked from dead ashes.


Mother. Those are not forgotten
nor forsaken, neither did I lose any
they simply were stolen
from me...taken.

anathema

I know of women
women in the lost umbrage
women that were eyes in the darkest place
women wise, women brave.

I know of women
women in the last wraiths onslaught
women culled solely for the pleasures
of the undead warriors.

I know of women
women that now are omens
dying at childbirth
working the parched earth.

I know of women
local, imported children
conscripted for libidinal distresses
of honourable paedophiles
honourable paedophiles
lawgivers in the hallowed chambers
foisted on the nation amended, paedophilic constitution