Stint To A Subway
my mother told me of what happenedto father —his bruised palms,
his rough skin, his worn tongue;
an evidence of being whipped
by the wet lashes of his struggles.
the train that rides down the runway
towards the subway where eyes are wet
and limbs get crooked,
& pores roll water like sequence of beads,
& the little boys that live around
can only point with index fingers
to the tomb of their dads,
—their deaden graves.
they said they all didn’t die by —
they died from the heavy weighs
of works that suffocate the noses.
tell the train that runs to drop
my father fast. A fist of nonsense,
let it be. A cyclone that blows him around
should blow him back here
—let him
& the wolves that howl behind his brain
should all die.
Sunday T. Saheed, the author of Rewrite The Stars, is a 17yr-old Nigerian writer and a Hilltop Creative Arts Foundation member. He was the 1st runner-up for the Nigerian Prize for Teen Authors, 2021. His works have appeared or are forthcoming on Rough Cut Press, Salamander Ink, Arts Lounge, SprinNG, Rigorous mag, Kissing Dynamite, Beatnik Cowboy, Trouvaille Review, Augment Review, Spirited Muse Press, Gyroscope, Giallo Lit, Open Skies Quarterly, Kalahari, Cajun Mutt, Open Leaf Press Review, Re Side, de Curated and others. He is also an asst. editor for The Nigeria Review (TNR). He was a finalist for the Wole Soyinka International Cultural Exchange, 2018. He can be read on linkfly.to/sundaysaheed or reached on Instagram @poetsundaysaheed or on @sundaytsaheed on Twitter
Art: Down the Barrel, A Visual Poem by Robert Frede Kenter (c) 2022.
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