Songs of Anisha
“C O N F L I C T,”
by Angela Nwosu
…but Eden broke apart filling my head with cyclones and questions. The tower of
heaven became a babel of tongues burying my answers in the footprints of unborn
memories the garden left Eden and nature became several channels of
deconstruction…
I salute the
Rain
that nurtures the womb of life
Yet I find scattered screams
in the
flood of California
Yet the embers of our grief
Still glow under the
rivers of Ejirin
I embrace the sun-center of Energy
But must my
sisters in India whither from your heat waves?
Must my brothers in Kano lose
their necks in the gripping fever
of meningitis?
And is the oasis enough
for the deserts?
How can I comprehend the hatred
of disease-filled
viruses?
Are they songs of an inner Atlantis
or notes from the ark of
Noah?
Eden broke apart
and I hear whispers in the forest of my
dreams;
I am one of one
one of many
one of all.
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