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The Sky Speaks At Home

At home the sky is male
running ceaselessly
up there above our heads
The sky speaks at home

In the midst of its haste
it closes out the shine
of the bright yellow sun
The sky speaks at home

One day it came around
as if offended by the gods
in an instance of fury
it changed its mood
from a brilliant shiny white
To a dark frightening black

It knocked on the roof
of Aunty Nene’s house
and took with it
the antique roofing sheet
The sky speaks at home

Sometimes in the sky
a heavenly battle ensues
when the shine of the sun doesn’t give in
to the approaching train of rain
leaving the dwellers on land
watching with mouth agape
The sky speaks at home

Here and now 
away from home 
where land and space 
contrast that at home

Here and now
away from home
a sea of endless friable grain
adorns the land
taking the place of the lush grassland
and the mangrove 
known at home

Here and now 
away from home
the sky mimics the land
bald most part of the year
showing the halo
of the bright yellow sun

Here and now
away from home
the sky is still
never telling
if it’s male or girl

Having driven away all elopers
up there above
and cracked open the shell of the clouds

up there from above
The sky
exposes all beneath
to the light of the sun

Here and now 
away from home
the sky is meek
in its quietude

In the dark of the night
and the twinkling of the stars
the lights of Jupiter
and of Venus
and Mars
smiles down at all

Here and now
away from home
the sky is bare
keeping an eerie silence
a stillness that speaks

Here and now away from home
stillness speaks 
up there in the sky

All in all
at home and here
on and on
the sky speaks
in its own way

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Death


I felt nothing 
Meeting his body 
Shrunk, motionless 
A log, plastinated by white enshrouding cloak  
I felt nothing
Trailing this log to its final abode
Six feet under 
I felt nothing 
As the planks decked over 
Cracking out darkness 
From the bright sunny day 
I felt nothing
As the red earth shoveled over 
Levelling all but the mound of grave marker  
I felt nothing
Walking away  
Leaving him to the truth he found
Is it peace or serenity; torment or nothing?
Is it eternal or transient; selective or uniform?
Truth which still elude us
I felt nothing
Save an eerie self-questioning
A constant asking 
If this is how death feels:
Raw nothingness 
Minutes rolled into hours, hours rolled into days 
Every moment themed by flashes of memory 
Breaking out from the past  
Memories striking of what remained of resentment
And anger
Now I know
That death isn’t an event or a moment
but a lingering sense of loss
And now I know 
That death is a warm spring of nostalgia 
Sneaking up on the stream of thought
And now I know 
That death is a flood of nothingness
Smothering the rough edges of grief
And now I know
That death is a rite of passage
An ascent into sorrow