Relic of Grief
by Oluwadare Popoola
a coloured thing,
black coloured as a friday wake-keep,
arch heir of death,
skin lurking as a memory site for the revolt of a republican,
dulling a memory refilled with what he could have been,
becoming a clam to escape its own silence,
where it is exactly hidden
between the stop of mother
before she picks up the next prayer for the government.
but silence is innuendo alright
and she still gives consent[
with her mouth twiddling into a rosary bead,
a relic of grief
searching for the creator’s numen
and then the panther sleeps on an ocean again
in desolation.
Source: From the Isolation Issue (September 2020)
Relic of Grief
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
OLÚWÁDÁRE PÓPÓỌLA is a poet or so he thinks, a student of Microbiology and a Sportswriter for a media company. He writes from a city by the rocks and longs to see the world without discrimination of any form. He is learning how images are made from words and his poems are up/forthcoming on Mineral Lit. Magazine, Headline Poetry & Press, Feral: A Journal of Poetry & Art and ang(st)zine.
