I am building the orchestra – a flamboyant symphony
To teach the gods to see – to see their children
Slip into the darkness, with no memory of the sun.
To teach the gods to dream of reshaping the earth
In a form bereft of shallow smiles and cruel tears.
To teach the gods to laugh at the foibles of man –
Tantrums and mania – desperation and melancholia.
To teach the gods to dance through the burning streets,
Filled with the melodic screams of their children dying, one lie at a time.
To teach the gods to cry like a helpless baby on a rocker,
Her mother lying down, lips slack, staring at tomorrow with a glassy eye.
To teach the gods to die, like everything else,
So that new gods will emerge who do not know my name
But care enough to ask and love me enough to remember.
Oka Benard Osahon is a Nigerian. He is a creative writer, an aspiring poet and a budding pessimist. He enjoys reading, movies, games, writing and listening. His works have appeared in several journals. He lives and works in Abuja.