Desert
Lamentations alone cannot stop
the bleeding of the land at the ankles,
nor stop the tears of Deluge
Grief matters little in a prophesied
pogrom, for a general death is
not reckoned with evil —
And prophecies shall remain with rain
forty days and forty nights;
And the empty trenches of Desert
shall be filled, her sands mired
upon the gluey spittle of the rains;
Even oases shall puke their water
upon broken rocks —Desert treasures.
When the sun lies in witness to this
history, with ancestral brown drums
saluting yonder,
lamentations shall be futile.
Copyright © Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu | Year Posted 2025
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