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issue 2: ROAD TRIP

bones beneath speak.

OSAHON OKA
Gird the city with your eyes,
Lambent in the setting sun.
Measure the life of each breath
Before they are drunk by the sea
of wreaths begging near the asphalt.
Spread your feet like so,
Each big toe touching the end
& beginning of black pain.
Watch the cloud fluff like pillows,
Mother moulding God's anger
With arms stained with old blood.
You are the whole, the continuity,
The courage of graves, swollen
With seawater - you are the body
Of songs swaying from trees,
The manacles of souls boarding
The old roads on the back of progress.
Call out with a loud voice,
Lest they say you did not speak.
Put the dirges on repeat,
Lest they say you did not say enough.
If we can travel beyond the sky
To the ends of the milky way,
We can dig beneath for bones,
Now silent, & give them voice;
We can unanchor trauma & let
It fly free against the wind.
Gather your belongings, board
The bus & roam across the world;
Each road leads to revelation.
If you do not find truth, you will
Find laughter, sad & sweet.

Osahon Oka is a Nigerian writer finding his voice. He believes in the beauty and art that comes out of Nigeria and Africa. He enjoys books, art, sky watching. His writing can be found on different journals. His debut, a collection of short stories, is forthcoming on Praxis Books.
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