Reaching GodIn the silence of dawn, the adhan calls this body.
I feel God’s lips kissing my heart to renew my faith, so I
sit in a corner beside my shadow where my hands receive dua
from the edges of my mouth. I urge to pluck the moon for God to see
where this body lies, where the devil hides under the cloak of
my dark skin. I pick a rosary and repeat God's name
till my voice breaks, still, the pieces ring in my head telling
me other names of God. The sun breaks through the darkness and
there’s a vale in-between that separates my ego from myself. Like
a dark boy who just washed away his s(k)in, I could feel His presence
in the veil of my body which has turned a sacrifice for reincarnation.
Night of a thousand tearsthe night when the day never comes the moon is a witness sky is black
the cloud is smoke the earth dampened in lava in blood in tears the earth
wilting & wilting with cracks swallowing the weight of empty bodies of
mothers stripped to the womb of men ripped of their ribs of bodies
disfigured of children posed with their kidneys in their mouths the night
when the moon never leaves when the earth quakes mountains drop rivers stop
and lightning cries and strikes the feet[defeat] of aggressors. spares pierced
in bloody guts missed spares pierced in rotten stems something dies either
way the night when the moon is a witness of pain buried in the wounds of
the earth the night when scavengers feast & lick the mud the night when it
stays dark when the day never comes.
Agboola Tariq A. is an unfolding poet from Western Nigeria & a student of law in the University of Ibadan, Nigeria. He explores in his writings, possibilities, self revelations & anything that exists. He is a lover of arts & drama. Twitter: @Agboola_Tariq_A
Banner Art: Sunset #4, a visual poem by Robert Frede Kenter (c) 2023. Twitter: @frede_kenter. IG: @r.f.k.vispocityshuffle