To the clarion call of death,
I know how reflexive you were,
If the dragon still lives,
The one that pronounced your death,
Let it film life & take it up,
So you’d see how your death –
watered every land with grief.
I passed through your grave after years,
& split at all that interlocked my view,
The land you were tucked into,
I cursed death too,
The doctor that confirmed your death,
& the lorry that conveyed your body.
The mischievous yells of ours reached the crown,
He asked if death has done beyond –
taking a soul and we said yes,
He’s parted a mother from her fruits/
A woman from her husband/
A cruel water has put off a fire amidst us.
Fadairo Tesleem is a young Nigerian poet that writes from Ilorin, Kwara state. He is a teacher, a poetry coach and a literary critic. His works are up or forthcoming in the inaugural issue of Fiery Scribe Review, Pangolin Review, QT Literary Review, Arts Lounge. He has some poems published to his honour on some self-publishing online literary magazines.