by Chinedu Ichu
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.