The Starlings Make Way Poem by Simpa Omoluabi

The starlings make way
for I come, post with mutable music,
to be emasculated, abiku, in brimstone.

As time lets, Eurydice flickers
before my eyes.
Orpheus slumbers among black sheeps
and Eurydice, the sun gone down,
allows night to rouse my lamps.

And sometimes in lassitude or solitude
I am an irreceptive flower in the downs of
darkness. My lights unstimulated,
not as obtuse roses,
the wrongly aroused fishes whose signals
are tonight's travestied breaking news:
law maker in paedophilic conjugal bliss,
militancy a coiled serpent elementally
motivating by amnesty benefits,
bokoharam bombings, under-employed
and unemployed graduates a buoyant tenant
of the economic glut, unendingly explained
as tentative, while senators pretends a dubious constitution
the foster child of immutability etcetera...etcetera...

Night should be my woman concomitantly
to arouse and etherify... but when sleep
is outcropped by vigil to queen the night,
a woman outqueened, travestied before these eyes,
sleep having lost her appeal, then I am the fickling price
ampersanded to vice with virtue.

Now the receptiveness of the rose
in a fine excess shocks beauty
in ways...


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