Sunday, February 14, 2016

Two Poems by Ajise Vincent


We cohabit in a world of banes,
Saturn's twin luminary,
where pollutants
from profit belching colosseums
slowly kills the gladiators of our adaptability.

Here, the sky is raped
with carbon monoxides,
the waters fed with sewage--toxic.
No iota of solace.

This world is now plagued
with the disease of cataclysm.
Lo!  It needs a panacea to extirpate this malady
that is about to rendezvous at extinction.

For the virginal ambience
of its ancestry
has been defilled by excretas from innocation
and natural disasters
now erase maxims of geomorphology.

it needs detox.

Our Outcry
(for elephants in central Africa)

They, poachers,
slaughter us--the large ones.
They put us in a basket
and herald nomenclatures of zest.

We are a generation
sold to the partial god of greed;

A sacrifice to appease
his famished progeny, extinction.

For blisters of woes
have been tattooed
on the nucleus of our dynasty.

And the fetus of our grace
has kicked the bucket
in the infirmary of salvation.
Help us.  Please.

Ajise Vincent is a Nigerian poet.  His poem "Song of a Progency" was a shortlisted poem at the Korea-Nigeria Poetry feast, 2015.  His works have been published in London grip magazine, Kalahari Review, Sakonfa literary magazine, African Writer, I am not a silent poet, Poetry Pacific, Commonline Journal, Novel Afrique, Black Boy Review, Tuck Magazine, and various anthologies.  He is currently finishing up a major in Economics at a prestigious university in Nigeria.

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