Two poems by ojo taiye
Prayer
at the skin of midnight
a tooth like the face of mother
chew sorrow
like tongues woken from their catacombs
on a window sill
salty puddles:
languages of blind stew
to where stars lean on
she spread her hands
nailed into the air
for rain
to kiss the fire in her lips
to flower her hope
to repaint her flags
and if possible
replace the spoon,
father left in her mouth
SEASHELLS
behind the diary of a carnage
scene
of a lad is a song running
to the moon for
redemption
wrapped alongside
a cocoon
dirges litter
the back part of a place
hidden between the thighs
of a maiden
searching for home
in burnt conch
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