(for my country)
the grey headed king joggles
in the direness of his struggles
historic vendetta walk amidst us.
like plagues, inflicting the new order
today, no pun should make fretwork
with Jerusalem thorns, wooden cross.
& solder them to burlesques.
there is no Simon of Cyrene here
this country is drowning.
she is drowning in the sea of her own spittle
this is not the metamorphosis
our thumb became tipsy for. i tell you.
do not ask me about my lover.
how her bones were trampled
into figments of ash
by stallions of war
& her blood flowed like the
river of jordan into the runnels
beneath the earth. do not ask me?
i am man possessed
by pain. a sailor paddling
through storms of life.
phantoms of the past
obstructs the passage to
but I am undeterred.
for i will rise.
yeah! i will rise
over pains & sores.
we have vipers in this cathedral,
charlatans masquerading as patriarchs
once, my retina
found one. she confessed
she had seen him
read the sin qua non of a diablerie
in place of a bible.
& his congregation shouted hallelujah,
now that demons sing lullabies
on the pulpit of our cathedrals
& the antichrist dances
to the glitz of their din
how shall souls sip from the
eternal spring of life?
given that clergies now sprint after mammons
& the fires of revival
have been watered by mundanities.
Ajise Vincent is a Nigerian Poet. His poem “Song of a Progeny” was a shortlisted poem at the Korea-Nigeria Poetry feast, 2015. His works have been published in London-grip magazine, Eureka, Kalahari Review, Sakonfa literary Magazine, Synchronized chaos, AfricanWriter, Indian periodical, Jalada Africa, Black boy review, Literary Nest Review, Lunaris, Provo Canyon Review, PIN Quarterly Journal, 1947 Journal, Prachya Review, ANA Review, Asian Signature, Oddball, Indiana Voice Journal, Tuck Magazine, Harbinger Asylum and various literary outlets. He loves coffee, blondes & turtles.