Abiku 'the One Who Comes And Never Stays' Poem by Kelvin Ofeimu

ABIKU
It's the cooing of its eyes,
Glaring, blood shut, laying still,
Devoid of all the emptiness each time
Breath leaves your body.

Home is not home until it's not under the red earth.
For sixteen-hundredth times, your body has been burnt with your umbilical cord.
If only you will stay just this time, to be named.
Maybe your body won't call it's self a cenotraph of tragic ending.

At night whimpers are the only lullaby your mother sings to your remains,
Your father has lost counts. His diary a necropolis of faces that didn't wait to be named.
How do we name things without naming your?
If only you'll wait to be named.
Abiku! Your own vein has become violin
Strings to your own pentatonix suicide notes.
If only you'll wait to be named, to take your name with you
One more time.
Maybe this liturgical chants won't become cold
Wait to be named, before your remains makes the earth it home.