On Okigbo's Last Night Poem by Ibukun Babarinde

On Okigbo's Last Night



On okigbo’s last night
The riffles rattled…

In the troughs of the nation’s left-spheres
I hear the splitting reverberations
Of the tribal wars.

Then on cross fires
One of metaphors, quill feather and ink-jar,
Others of bullet and grenades.

But
When the war ended:

A life had departed with the dark nights,
The quill feather had gone with the early morning storms
The ink-jar was clobbered by the rising sun’s rays.

On okigbo’s last night.
The riffles rattled..

In the troughs of the nation’s left-spheres
I heard the reverberations
Of the clannish wars, splashing.

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