the stories they share are insufficient
there is a hole in logic in heaven
and hell is just too vampire evident
angels keep falling off the heads of your pins
you are awake at obscene times,dreaming lines
that sink fishermen into Titanic tales-
White Whales,Ghost Ships,Marie Celeste
(all of these are true and real)
You are a prisoner of what you feel;
the future means more than a palmed card
you intuit hereafters/spill your beans
upon a leadlined ink page with graphic novels
disturb and disrupt the sleep of victims
to awaken them to oncoming violences
Congo rapes,Somali predations,Sudan starvations-
every warning bell was rung before the strike
even afterward,you chronicle consequences
sing lines of starving potbellied children
with empty bowl eyes,watching
You can not go back to sleep,poet!
Watch and wait,write and speak
for when the next war comes,
may you have escaped from
the big sleep.
FOR CHINWE ODELUGA
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