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A CLASSROOM OF GRIEF
“What miracles do we sieve from the peels of cherry that makes the tongue sour with the scars a boy wears
and his grief becomes a general subject?”
When his father died, mother melted an offering of candles in her mouth like a menorah; call this silence a wax. He is a wood for bridging his father’s back and his mother’s face.
The prayers you blow flies to his chest as a bullet
(Timi Sanni)
“If home is where death takes his father to, why then does it make the house unfit for his body?”
It is the duty of death to shame his people with white teeth, this way;
Why does his uncle’s parables wind home, as a feeling, out of his lungs in a language that pays homage to his father?
“Define the homage“
Homage— the songs of an earthworm after it is washed with choking salts
He remembers, the day his father was buried into the earth like roots, his sister becomes a cheap food to street dogs & his brother, a vehicle with no destination
(Shitta Faruq)
Fire swept his skin & metamorphose into ashes.
ASSIGNMENT;
Identify the wails of the sympathizers as a cherry
Scars — skin
Fire —bones
Grief —heart
We give his ash onto ashes, & soil onto soil
About the Author
Osho Oláìítán Jeremiah is a young Nigerian poet, teacher and student from the beautiful city of Abeokuta, Ogun state. He is an undergraduate of Lagos State University. He has poems published/forthcoming in Litround, Naijahotstars, Madswirl, Communicator’s league, arts lounge, mywovenpoetry, Kalahari review, SprinNG and elsewhere.
When he’s not writing poems, he’s found drafting lesson plans, cycling, playing DLS or in the company if a twin sister.He’s on Facebook and Instagram as Osho Olaìítán Jeremiah.Twitter; @ Oshojeremiah
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