There is No End Here

By Timileyin Adepoju

The body is capable of miracles.
After the shootout, blood folds
into a halo and the angels
forsake their songs— the sight
is a tempo brimmed with loops.
What overcomers my people are?
Their bones have tamed heaven
to its rot— the linen hosts
the sky in a feast of abundance.
The incinerator is gagged with dreams,
and the flames gift wings to hopes.
The fault is in the interpretation.
I promise you: though in another vessel
we desire the trickling drool of God,
We are familiar with recipes of loss—
massacre, kidnapping. We are familiar
with what follows a blackout—
bodies scrambling for livelihood. Here,
the tunnel feast on the lighting meant for its end.

BIO:
Timileyin Adepoju writes from Ibadan, Nigeria. He is a poet and fashion entrepreneur. He is shortlisted for Bridget James Poetry 2025, Paradise gate Contest 2025, Finalist 2024 Bkpp Poetry. His works has been featured in Cloudscent Journal, Iceblink Lit. Magazine, Arkore Arts, Pawners Paper Magazine, PoetryCollummnND, Poetry Club UDUS & elsewhere. He can be contacted via X & Instagram @timileyinad_1. Email @ adepojut36@gmail.com