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Jonathan Chibuike Ukah

Stars in Our Farm

 

My grandmother planted stars on her farm;

each day as the war raged on every side;

she hid under the moon-lit cocoa plantation

and prayed that her stars survived the bombs,

the artillery, the Ogbunigwe and the ambushes,

Never minding the antelopes and snakes

They swoop in at random to gnaw at fruits;

She knew how to tame the wild;

and the heavy boots that marched,

their echoes tugging down the sky

and with it, the meatless stars.

She knew some of the stars were waiting

to break free from the walls of the sky

and falling on her as though she failed.

But my grandmother prayed harder,

rushed to the streams, raised a river,

and swamped her farm with the flood.

The stars survived the thirst and hunger.

My grandmother's stars germinated fruits

whose branches and leaves touched the moon.



Another’s Body

 

There was a time when my father told me,

that another man’s body was a piece of wood,

but the one I saw that day was mine,

lifeless, ashy, dotted with grey spots,

lying across the road like an abandoned soldier.

How I could see my happiness

sprawled on a canvas of sand and grass,

or my sadness splattered on my face

like a slew of pebbles in the wind,

filled me with pain and disgust.

How I watched men and women pass by,

throwing cursory glances at my naked body,

some wincing, whistling, whispering,

others halting their movements for a second

before continuing on their journey,

their fingers stuck within their noses.

I must have past decomposition on the way

the martyrdom of the good and the holy.

How goodness dies in the thought of evil

when we lack the boldness to confront fear,

realising that no good deeds go unpunished.

I asked myself what every man asks,

was I so mean and cruel to another’s body

lying in a ditch without a soul to rescue?

There was indeed a time when my father told me

that another man’s corpse was a piece of wood

lying across a shoulder on the way to a grave,

lying across our eyes, obstructing our view.


 

Jonathan Chibuike Ukah is a Pushcart-nominated poet living in the United Kingdom. His poems have been featured in Unleash Lit, The Pierian, Propel Magazine, Atticus Review, The Impostor Journal.





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