in the beginning was the word
in the beginning was the word/ and the word was with a weaver/ and the word was the weaver/ thus/ he weaved the sky and land together/ with the word
and the sphere was formless like a flaccid ball/ tired trenches emitting smoke of emptiness/ darkness was a sinner / and its sin was that/ it made the center unable to breathe/ it left the center with no length/ no breadth/ and no depth/ and the weaver said word in multiple/ and those words said worlds/
and the weaver said/ and darkness became born again/ and the weaver said/ and there appeared a celestial coat/ and the weaver said/ and there came a barren land/ and the weaver said/ and the land became fertile/ and the weaver said/ and there appeared streetlights in the sky/ and the weaver said/ and there came waters pregnant with different whales/ and the weaver said/ and there were feathers/ and the weaver said/ and there moved beasts/ and the weaver said/ and there weaved humanity
and humanity was empty/ except for his bones/ blood and bare flesh/ and humanity found word in multiple/ and humanity realized/ like his weaver/ that only words can fill this gap/ created by the heart in his body
About the Author
Temidayo Jacob (Mayor Jake) writes from North Central part of Nigeria. His works are based on real life experiences and societal happenings. His works have appeared on WRR top poems monthly anthology, Imomotimi anthology and other local and international anthologies. His works have also appeared on Kalahari Review, Peeking Cat Poetry (online and print), Art and Rebellion, Poetry Soup, forthcoming on Sub-Saharan magazine and others.