By Chinemerem Prince Nwankwo
Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, / like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season. – Jb5.26
& bones once chiseled in youth,
leaned toward a lingo.
—how evening grasses
tint in sunshine. ‘cause
the weight of green
bears them a deadline.
life is short but not
static. & beautiful:
roses & rosebushes.
man with the image
of a graveyard. dust.
whether soft or silken,
simply defining.
inescapable:
the morning light
will rest on a
dead eye. terribly
finding him ripped
of a route.
once trailed in the
mouth of existence.
—This tabernacle
not certain [how he
came, became, &
wont to unbecome].
but before the
triune man swift
to preempt. & course
into apparition.
let the body,
sag & flesh. ripen
& ready. God molds
your craft: a plea,
prayer, & a promise.
BIO:
Chinemerem Prince Nwankwo, SWAN IV, is currently a final year student of the Department of History and International Studies, University of Uyo, Nigeria. He is the Poetry Editor, The Cloudscent Journal and also the Assistant Poetry Editor, Arkore Arts. He was shortlisted for the Sevhage-KSR Hyginus Ekwuazi Poetry Prize, 2023 and was placed as the Second Runner Up, SprinNG Annual Poetry Prize, 2023. He tweets @ CpNwankwo44880.