How does one halt a feral grief?
(after in memoriam ii by Martins Deep)
The day you died, Echo never stopped
Howling - Martins Deep
let me ask, how does one halt a feral grief
from wandering through the nub of one's body?
Does one let salt-water flood through the gates of
one's eyelids or perhaps, babble dirges at the back
Of a tavern?
Fuck! I couldn't do any. I couldn't cry, laugh, giggle
or sob--I just let my butt perch on the face of earth.
Not everyone that starts a war ends it. Some end with war
but war within a person's body sounds too fierce, too pernicious.
It all began when doctor donated a new word to her vocabulary--apoplexy.
And I saw, as she lay numb on bed, a tear break loose from her.
Hope became vague for her and all nights, she never stopped
singing paeans to curlicue of crows--her body, a vault of perpetual gloom.
Until that morning opened by overcast and pale sun, her body
became a wooden box pushed into the dunes by the hands of pallbearers.
The day you died, Echo never stopped
Howling - Martins Deep
let me ask, how does one halt a feral grief
from wandering through the nub of one's body?
Does one let salt-water flood through the gates of
one's eyelids or perhaps, babble dirges at the back
Of a tavern?
Fuck! I couldn't do any. I couldn't cry, laugh, giggle
or sob--I just let my butt perch on the face of earth.
Not everyone that starts a war ends it. Some end with war
but war within a person's body sounds too fierce, too pernicious.
It all began when doctor donated a new word to her vocabulary--apoplexy.
And I saw, as she lay numb on bed, a tear break loose from her.
Hope became vague for her and all nights, she never stopped
singing paeans to curlicue of crows--her body, a vault of perpetual gloom.
Until that morning opened by overcast and pale sun, her body
became a wooden box pushed into the dunes by the hands of pallbearers.
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BIO:
Eniola Abdulroqeeb Arówólò is a writer and student of Mass Communication in Kwara State University. He likes to write on child abuse, inequality, politics and domestic violence. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Nnoko Stories, Mixed Mag, Ninsha Arts and elsewhere. At his leisure time, he is either writing, reading or binge-watching animes.
Eniola Abdulroqeeb Arówólò is a writer and student of Mass Communication in Kwara State University. He likes to write on child abuse, inequality, politics and domestic violence. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Nnoko Stories, Mixed Mag, Ninsha Arts and elsewhere. At his leisure time, he is either writing, reading or binge-watching animes.
