Echezonachukwu Nduka Poems
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with your hands in your pockets,
you walked into the room and the lights went off.
"you've come on your own accord! "
a voice roared and the doors locked behind you.
"on your knees! "
another voice ordered.
you knelt and closed your eyes as Mozart's
requiem in D minor embraced the room.
those rules read to your hearing
knocked off the air you once breathed,
the tales that taught you magic,
the wands you dreamt to usurp,
the taste of wines that built your bonds;
that night, you drank ...
If I be the bread that feeds every hungry soul on earth,
I would make each crumb the stones that bruise
Stubborn toes when the eyes choose to see less.
Yes, when the stone brings forth blood from your toe,
Within the stone and the blood, you would see the bread
That sustains life, eat and be merry, for that’s satisfaction itself.
What food puts hunger to death?