POEM: Of Things I Never Forget By Adesina Ayobami Idris.
it is how we string names to our parent
& i find my father in each letter,
such as how he died on a woman’s chest
with a gin buried in his breast pocket,
Poem: Sir Amarata Briggs By Tares
So they put the books he has never read in his casket, and let the sea have him.
This is how to bury a hundred year old Poet Laureate, who exchanged
his childhood for a volume of books on how to cure dementia.
TWO PICTURES OF MOTHER By Yusuff, Uthman Adekola
Her face is a good land for mining.
It is covered by diamonds of darkling sweat.
Would she just wake her senses and sit?