A day, before or after the black &
blank night my father’s body
turned cold/ before his body kissed
the soil, he registered his fears -to my face-
& told me of death, as a magnificent
fence _of terror_ and as a weird,
wide and wild electrified bridge
he would ne’er have the power to cross.
This same day, he raised impotent alarms,
Of seeing death’s ghost, unharmed!
hunting his soul/fastening his time/ &
hampering his breath.
He told me death awaits him at the entrance,
& all I saw was the ending edge of –
grandma’s mischievous wrapper.
I was there when death sneaked in/
torn his flesh with his thorny hands/
& turned him off, I shed blood/ vomited my heart/
& carried my emptied bag of despair
& buried my grief, it was the first time
I caught death in the act,
The first time I saw him feathering a
soul into his wilderness.
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.