Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu Poems

Kingdoms
Queendoms
Earthdoms
Walk on stilts,
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Pensile clouds of a new Truth loom.
With them are selected versions of
Extinct grief.
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Before light’s encroaching
Beams, across wavelengths
Of glints, in between yawning
Protocols of waking,
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In this arid circumstance,
on a collage of sacred pulses,
this pot — Heritage — merely sits,
smoked and besmirched by elements
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They fall from grace to grass,
aged, scorched and dehydrated,
fluttering away further
the vanity of previous
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I sit, this morn, on the bed of
A dried-up rivulet,
Head-bent and full of compunction.
It's clam-quiet except for the impatient
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Verdigris is the evidence of death,
the symbol of ruin,
of waste,
of abandonment,
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Shudder not, for it's the language of Death.
Who's next? —it asks
Going from house to house,
Both of marble and mud
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Sunday rises gallantly from behind
Distant clouds, orange, on the wall
Of low, chintzy, tepid skies.
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I know a funeral when I walk into one
I can tell between a funeral and a burial
They are two entirely different artworks
One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes
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