Bewildered by the spectrum cord of Requiem

Chorused by Night’s entourage

Fishes gurgle and topple in military espionage

Drill through the Moon’s shadow that

S-p-l-a-s-h around Iyolo River

And tug the rumbustious vibration

That runs through the broken track

 

Truly I say, “The Cloud does sign bond to our bond”

The bond that stretches out like heaven’s infiniteness

Walk by no spell of season like Ikpanko

Though with open hand she’s known

Her fishes no tongue must taste

Fishes are Stream’s breath!

 

Now clearly like the noon my eyes see

Check the Lab; check the bank, check a thousand times

Check the floor; check the roof, check a thousand times

 It wears a uniform dress. Red dress! white dress!

Is it more than a costume?

 

 

Listen! I hear a somnambulating

But this, your flesh must breathe

Until a body without flesh you wear

Blood is fluid. Fluid is blood.

Even trees have their own share of the fate!

 

Who then is my brother?

 He mother?

     born    my

             of

Check under odowo

The umbilici have been eaten by termites

The navel is healed already

 

Yes…

 The blood is native to my vein

 Is the heart native to my body?

Why do we breathe in mask of light-heaviness through

The threshold that masquerades the day to early grave

And set stage for the nocturnal with cords that inflict nightmares

And puncture the good dreams of morning?

 

I must this message to my soul bear

Brotherhood is HEART and not fluid

 

~ Mark Ubeke

Nigeria