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HOMELESS NIGHTINGALE

My heart is a homeless nightingale
Perching from tree to tree
Seeking shelter in stolen kisses and burnt memories
I bear on my lips a song I have learnt to sing
since I turned eighteen and found succor
in the unholy dirges of the street.

I parade this city at night,
Plundering the deserted carcasses
from its fermented bowels
While I bury my tears in tomorrow’s bosom
On my palm is a crisscross of blood and ink
Scribbling stories of boys who went
and never returned
children swallowed in the gaping hole
of futile survival
I am a homeless nightingale humming salvation
The cascade of silent waters
Washing away your sins.






Ilekwachi Miracle Perpetua: I am a graduate of industrial chemistry from Imo state university and a post graduate student at the university of Nigeria, Nsukka. A lover of literature and anything that depicts art in its beauty. When I am not researching on chemical compounds, I’m either reading or writing poems. I write from Taraba state. You can find me Instagram @ilekwachimiracle.

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