Obliteration Poem by Jimoh Ibrahim

Through the tunnel of motherhood
in a frenzied manner,
is the wailing noise of a tot.
Without distress,
the matriarch experience the tribulation.

yet!
The dropping of the leaf off a tree
presents no burden to the tree
merriment filled the air
liquor till stupor
but in a twinkling
will discard the world
and ones flesh and blood.
will never come back
wailing seeing my portrait
you will dissolve into tears
seeing my still body
you will feel nostalgic for my absence
wont be able to hear my voice
my mouth becomes numb with cold
jaws becomes ponderous

yes
tears will surely flow down
because death is inevitable
my body has been shoplifted
to the second world
the home of our ancestors
and returning is not possible