Forward-Looking Easter Poem by oluchukwu ifechukwu

How many times will Joshua
shun
my sword and
blow
the smear from o my earthed auditory lobe,
plug
it back like scion-bud
before my sheath-spurning sword
cease
to tear it again
out…
so I never ever gain the dual audit
that alone
hears
the soberer other half of his case
that relentless
beckons
me like the conquest-drunk Ojadili's flute
from the meretricious rotundity of the apple
the treacherous charm of swine-fellowship
the Janus-lustre of the scarlet silver pieces
the arboreal lure that
draws
a disillusioned Judas
the carnal cry on his left arm to merely lumber back my lobe—
rehash of the crimson chorus to bail me Barabbas
towards the o sudden soulful Longinus-cry
that solely
secures
me his Joshuadom?