Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu Poems

Like a child's toy stomped on by a vicious adult,
These images haunt...
It's no pribble when I insist that their mothers' breasts,
Sucked lame by gelid seasons,
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(A poem in honour of Shell Camp. Dedicated to all teachers and pupils, past and present, dead and alive) .


So, what says the Morning Information?
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New Moon:
through the dark foil of festered
clouds, it peeps,
a lone trinket of heaven,
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In Biafra, when we drank from the tilting
cusps of dank leaves and washed with the spittle
of cassava,
the sun scorched like hell.
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Have you read the note?
It speaks of the doom of the liquid element.
An inclement weather, grey, and with the fuss of a bleached lightning,
Besieges the tick of the clock.
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When laughter comes between
the red gums of drought,
there's fire.
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If you are licensed to love me,
Then go on and love me.
Do not wait for the moon
To remind you...
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Obelisks and monuments
stand on this black altar of ashes
with plagues of scorn
deriding death...
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Echoes of summons ring on.
With them, a sonorous clamour for painted lines.
The rim of night stretches and holds fast to
a colossal nocturne hung on furs-and-clouds walls,
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