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MY BODY IS A REVELATION

into the cemeteries
no,
into the graves we dug
from our drying bones
in our chasing after nothings:
cobwebs
lying fallow
over stilled dreams
and a stitch in time
that never made it out alive
loneliness:

We do not remember
breaking.
not any more
for this body
did not record
past sins against you
Take a trip
trace
There are lines around
deep
within this network of scars
a story there
in a man
who went away
seeking Eden in Babel
but did not learn:
you did not drink
salt water
with broken lips
and live

My child
Do not forget
You do not drink
salt water
with broken lips
and live

Yes
We are all
little broken things
tracing lines
in blood
that we might remember home
Still
There are things
beyond forgetting
stories
my parched lips
could not tell you
before dying
So please
I beg you
before sleeping dogs lie
and the wind remembers
I have not forgotten home
Hollow out this body
every dream
that did not set eye
on the rising of the dawn light
trace
and learn
Do not let
these dogs
run away
with memory



Mayor Prosper Ihechi is a writer, poet, amateur photographer, and a lover of good music, movies, and Art in all its forms. He writes to silence the voices in his head (because they are always talking), and to make known everything he cannot say aloud. Born in Rivers State, Nigeria, he currently resides in Enugu State, a fourth year student of Law in The University of Nigeria, Enugu Campus. He is also the head of Geek’s Cave Literary Agency, a firm dedicated to easing the writing process. He can be contacted via captsevarro@gmail.com.

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