Where the bones pile up
Is the root of our sweet tooth
Our best parts laid bare
On sullen streets of half baked dreams
But there is life in the embers
Fan them to dispel the darkness
We will kiss the soil and sue for war
To live today spread out
And die another day, well-spent.
Ekene Eziagulu always returns to poetry’s loving tentacles, even if he tries extricate himself time and again.
In the end, he vows that he will bequeath to the world a book or two on poetry and prose.