Guest Post (Saturday Poem): Camwood, Sambisa ’14 by Oyin Oludipe
Earth to riven bark, earth of litanies
A rift in spirit-roots leans beyond
Heavy mists on human tides, fashion
Death in kernel for vagrant bowls
Of cruel longing, a fine vision of
Hunger when the sky explodes,
Let an earth’s entangled blemish
Seal their storm
They, Night-Chanter, through
Grim shadows of the numb, strange
Dirge of deserters, wine on primal ache
Of lone imposed – let swallows from a
Distant shore, not spell fashions of mouths,
Flap the moon’s garment in naked
Oblation before the weary eyes
Against a bereaved earth,
Let tears from a coursing stalk
Bath their pulses in warm intrusion
Of your feeble splendour.
Let a passing red dawn.
Oyin Oludipe loves to ponder in the dark, enjoy Asa’s soulful songs and write about the human struggle for constant relevance. He is a young Nigerian writer, tweets from @Sir_Muell.