A lamentation of an affair nipped in the bud


bullets in the cathedral

In all saints
a cold december
thought she was saint
but she was sent
to leave mortal holes
in the drum of my being

oh! after all these calls
oh! despite the visits
oh! disregarding the dates
oh! all the sacrifices and more

her heart
still of steel

bells never rang
choirs never sang
only her mouthfull of bullets

killed and resurrected twice
now 'am free

jailbird released
caged soul detached

Rejoice!

a door closes
for another to open




Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2007-02-02 at 14:17

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"but she was sent
to leave mortal holes
in the drum of my being"
Rhythm, sound, choice of words: what a wonderfully strong expression in these three lines!
2007-02-02