Mother, where is salvation in the books?
Peter? John? James?
A king rode on a donkey in a shower of praise.
And died in a cacophony of hate.
“Kill him”
Where is the salvation in the verses?
The ryhmes that promised healing.
The dark scarlet of the wine is on my tongue.
On my lips. At my heart- crushed berries.
Who drinks all these but a thirsty man?
Everyday I break my body like the testaments.
And offer you these chaplets to warm your neck.
All I know are the thrashing swords at Benue.
My littered friends at Plateau.
I have seen this smoky violence in broad day.
Oh, the symphony of wails.
The rough play of my innocence.
But the Nun sings “Jesus is your eyes now”
Mother, where is salvation in the Books?

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Eke Martins February 14, 2019 at 3:31 pm

Once again… you do your magic with a fine touch

Robert Walpole Nwanguma February 15, 2019 at 10:02 am

Nice. So perfect.


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