The Land’s Libation. (In memory of the bloods spilled in Benue State, Nigeria)

The masquerades were beckoned again

To dance rhyme-less cha-cha-cha of bane

Traced by blood-dripping leaves

It led to the theatrical abattoir

Where an acapella of clanging knives

Echoed like symphony of a mass choir

Our pregnancy protruded to see

When the holy choragus sings

In a rage of spilling blood

It gushed in a shimmery flood

With our heart’s purgation

We poured the land’s libation

 

Alpha E. Y. 2018

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PARA SIEMPRE

On my life’s petals, wide and red

Your memories beam my dear friend

Like fireflies twinkle in the dark

Your smile winkles on my heart

 

You wrote in a night’s tale

A compendium of our lives fairy tales

You grew in flickering moments

Roses of our lives better days

 

The wrinkles on your senescent face

Will not blur your enamouring place

On the corridors of my journey’s end

I’ll hold your hand through every bend

 

Alpha Enoch Yamush

2018

TIME SLEPT

Time slept

Madiba crept

Needling tunnels

For Soweto

 

Our polished fathers yawned

Ate light off each day

And cuddled at nights

Sucking and gulping

Mother’s bustling milk

And slept on silk

 

When time arose

Soweto jingled tambourines

We only glared

Licked like Almajiris

Wishing food crumbs

Tables never freed

 

When time arose

Madiba lay aloft

Munching world praises

They laid still

Perhaps, dustless in peace

 

Alpha Enoch Yamush 2017©

 

1960s

1960s,
Greater than treaties.
We won our freedom
But lost our people.
Successions of pogroms,
Rebirths of riddles.

The atmosphere
Was fair,
Full of promises,
Like Noah’s rainbow.
On a platter it rippled
Yet we lost our people.

All gone astray,
Wondering in ambition.
In lies they pray
It gives them satisfaction.
They untie to us snakes
And close their gates.

Every four years,
They work tirelessly.
With sweat and tears.
I tell you very fiercely.
Setting time bombs,
While they fly abroad.

 

Alpha Enoch Yamush 2017©

My Dangling Memories

 

My dangling memories of yesterday
Dangles like a spider to a web string
It hunts me from a distance faraway
Will my hanging from a noose freedom bring?

My heart-beat now a heated steam
That emits vapours of tears from deep within
My sight blurs at the face of love
When from the groans of a birthing mother it pours

All I know is the sordid lesson it bought
When for my innocent heart love I sought
Without discretion my heart it burnt
Alas, love burnt but loved me not.

Alpha Enoch Yamush 2017©

A NATIONAL TESTIMONY

Every part of our roof leaks
Our refuge is the space from one leak to the other
The drops on us, burn like trickles of magma
Heated by our fury for vengeance
At the clouds that gave us the rain

Our trees are falling
On our dogged shoulders they lean
For their falls to us is an out-pouring
Of the boiling sun
Heated by our fury for vengeance
At the years that grew them tall

Farewell our blighted farms we bade
To fallow from home, we sailed
To greener lands unknown
Now, nothing to call our own
Baba, may I beckon a Versed Emissary?
Once immersed in the blood of Abel
Or await your dreams so fairy?
And languish in this misery?

Alpha E. Y. 2017©

A COSMIC IGNORANCE

We limped through a hot dreary yesterday
Haggard weary and thirsty,
Bring us upon a milky pathway, we prayed.
From a distance so misty,
We saw a pitched black smoke
Rise a wall, high up to heaven
It wore a floating crown of eagles.
From the other side,
We heard echoes of wailings alike:
“Bring us upon a milky pathway they prayed”
As we hoped and waited
The eagles picked us by each moment
We lacked a simple knowledge of:
Which side is of the Egyptians?
Which is of the Israelites?

Alpha E.Y. 2017©

FOR JACOB

 

Dear brother,
I doff my cap for you.
Thinking of our days together,
I see your follies are few.
In difficulties and scourging hunger,
Your silent courage
Whispers hopes of laughter.
Dear brother,
Pill with me through life’s foliage,
Let us with pride count every mileage
As our dreams grow yonder.
Dear brother,
I cannot grow any younger
But I wish we breathe forever.

By Alpha E. Y. 2017©

A VERSED EMISSARY TO MADIBA

Say to Madiba,
We watched our flaring avarice
Lick the zenith of chimneys,
Condensed sooth flakes on our heads
And rained Tuta Absoluta,
That blighted the tomatoes of Zanzibar.

Say again to Madiba,
We fanned our flaring Avarice
It coated red our carved pipes.
We puffed our day-light into haziness,
Until we smoked our brains to aridness.

Read my missive to Madiba
Tell the salinity of our tears.
We watched our lustful avarice,
Wheedle a barren maiden.
A futile wantonness
That shrank our testicles
Into juiceless dabin’nos.

But also account to Madiba
The palm trees did not fall with the Irokos
The palm wine tapper said so
From the marshy homes of Ikiriko
We only drank to stupor
And when Nkwor market sees no light
We shall all go back home.

By Alpha E. Y.  2017©