Michael Achile Umameh Poems

I ATE THE SUN
I am.
My mother's feminine face of God
She bled.
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Feet of Knives
When the drab drum of winter
dies of the weight of warmth
spring's dewy fingers;
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We will remember Biafra
We will not forget Biafra
Stillborn son of fury
Promised half of the rising golden sun.
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O, supreme someone
So alluring, so annoying
My mystical impulse desires to see you
And I know you are there
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Father, when I left, I really had no idea where I was going
I really did not see the road ahead of me
For I always knew my anguished desire to return to you
And your anxious desire to take me will lead me home
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The new spring leaves
Lime-green lump of foliage
Dangling.
A pendulous blurb of bloom
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