SENTINEL POETRY #28
Online Magazine Monthly -- March 2005
Editor:
Amatoritsero Ede

Nehru Odeh "Realities" continued from previous page


Love Amid the Ruins

We dream of dreams
When bombs walk tall in scorched streets
Opening and shutting shutters and
Corpses sprout on Oke-Afa killing fields
Watered by fears of multitudinous nights
As profit lord over scarce times

Love, do you remember
Bloodshot assassination in power houses
When death was promulgated
And we made love in houses of silences?

Lost in lustful gardens
I unfold maps of golden lands
Nurtured in my thirst of centuries

But what is love when
Shutters keep opening and shutting?
And you say I should make you fast
Can one love in cartons of hell

In dawning darkness of costly night hotels
And shrapnel smashing windows-panes?

And we see lewd nights in dark eyes
As my love cry echoes
In solitary nights of gaming machines, alone

And starless skies bedaub twilights streets


On his Death

And there are more
Beings that stretch their claws
Encircling things
In the muddle of embattled scenes
For he stood sacrificed
And she cried bitterly
In the garden of beautiful thorns

I am not he
Am I not sitting resting
On the shut door outside
Drunk, bitten by cold mumbling
For he stood sacrifice
And she cried bitterly
In the garden of beautiful thorns

Bombs are decreed
Outside shut gates of affluence
Staged on his famished creed
Of acting servitor to boots of influence
For there are more beings that stretch their claws
Encircling things

And he stood sacrificed
And I sitting, resting
On the shut door outside
Drunk bitten by cold, mumbling
For he is no more
For he is within their claws
And the man died. He died.

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