TWO POEMSBy David Ishaya Osu
Thursday, February 2, 2012.
WHAT WILL BE OF HER SPRING...?
Born of a bald yesterday
Bred in streets chaired by blind whores
Hawking decayed libidos
Arrayed in greed-tattooed breasts
Her bones
Deep in the leas of her virgin groin
Rusted cocks cracked
As their rigid shafts planted watery arsenics
What will be of her spring...?
VOICES
I hear the chirpy
Voices of clutches
Warring against
Clouds of sunsets
Mingled at the crescent of mothers’ cleavage
Let this tempo
Infernonize the sour map
Of our farms
They cried
DAVID ISHAYA OSU is a Nigerian writer. Some of his poems have appeared in several publications (online and offline). He won an Honourable Mention for a National Poetry competition in honour of Prof Remi Raji at 50. Osu also writes short stories and he is a journalism enthusiast. He is currently a student at Federal University of Technology Minna, Niger State, Nigeria.
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