Aug 312012

by Chinedu Ichu


Beautiful crystal

Soaked in worn wheels

How is it your land smiles?

No more than long gone Hiroshima

Your name still lingers at the tip of your lip

It gazes back into a magician’s top hat

Nothing seems ready for departure

Hungry landmines feast from naked carcass

Exhaling black soot from iron lungs

Let us all fall into the sky together

Before we bury our now sacred soul

Our words mean nothing

Only blank noise.