Elegy in which I am bidding everything adieu
There are many things here sentenced
to death, like this poem set ablaze from its
belly button—all stanzas and lines
harbouring despondency. I say adieu
to Jude who distanced his soul from his
body far beyond what a doctor could reach
and fit back into him, leaving us at the cervix
of his grave for earth to embrace our tears like
raindrops. I say adieu to my grandmother who
was undone by palsy—her body was too fatigued
of being shaky and uncontrollable like a house
quivered by the tyranny of a tornado. I say adieu
to the Chibok girls whose skulls were sanguined by
pebbles pelted from the fingertips of terrorists—
twinned from their mothers. I say adieu to the bliss
of a boy who is waterboarded by weltschmerz, still
breathing only from a wounded hope. I say adieu
to daddies thumped into oblivion on the road, their
guts approximated to the barest minimum by trucks.
I say adieu to the next poet blemished by grief I am
going to spam. Adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu…