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before ash and more ash
we (a forked river)
wrote poems in cigarette
prints and observed
burnt faces in a mirror
as they trace furrows to write eternity
and sow stars along the edge
of a woman’s body – salt under fingernail
a child stands alone
a hearse passes beneath crown glasses
a heart opens to greet it

Rhythms of water

this is a testament:
mother,
when you died
you left a song
and a fire.

Ojo Taiye is a young Nigerian who uses poetry as a handy tool to hide
his frustration with the society.

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