Read Poetry: RUDIMENTS OF BROKEN MUSIC, by Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale

To write a dirge
Is to burn without a touch of fire
.
A raven perched on my window last night
-it came with a song, named after your brothers
-and with echoes of maiden’s voices from sambisa
– it came with one-tenth of your father’s burnt ashes
-and with the chronicles of a lost boy on the street of Lagos
.
To break into wounded verses
Is to become a man of flesh and water- blood no longer flows in your veins
.
I have seen men with cuts on their tongue
Men, holding their names with blind metaphors
I have seen a mother run from her own blood
To the tent of survival beneath her skin
I have seen girls, living in sad memories
To hold history between their legs
.
We are but rudiments of broken music
We live till we become a poem, filled with emptiness- it’s the
mystery, skating between birth and death
.
I have tried carving God’s face with my pen
Tried holding beginning and the end with a verse
To know the why behind the whys between them
But, you don’t run with shoes laced with death
When competing with your shadows, wind and demons that paint your
sister’s face with colourless scars
.
‘Some poems are dead bodies in living beings, you don’t read them
without a touch of immortality’- says a poet
.
.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale
Undiluted Poet
#UndilitedPoetry

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