THE WORD
I didn’t know what else to do and so I did the only thing I know well. This is for Chibuihe Obi. This is for people that won’t keep quiet. This is for all of us.
THE WORD
The word is a soft rock rolling across the sky
Rolling, rolling, rolling
Rolls right at you and stamps the moment
Across your chest –
We’re Queer, We’re Here…
This week you made the greatest mistake
Of your life and said
I love you, do you love me?
To hope is to dream and everyone is a dreamer
The word stretches your body and
Squeezes the present in its palm as when a boy
Crumples a sheet of paper and tosses it out the window
Or across the room into the bin;
Arrests your soul, takes it to a place
Where beginnings and endings are merged
In a single moment, beat together
Like dough in the community bakery down the street.
The word is the breath of god whispering life
Into his creatures and you want to breathe the word
But it is stuffed down your throat
A hot ball that bleeds the heart
Hanging solidly in-between
Then rising and rising and snatching the air from your lungs.
The word has no taste.
The word won’t digest.
In a frenzy, you write:
I am angry…
I am scared…
I am sad…
I want to cry…
To hope is to dream and this week
You made the biggest mistake of your life and said
I love you, do you love me?
Wrecking a brilliant friendship
The word is a dungeon in the air
And everyone likes to dream but
That has become too dangerous
And so now we just surrender our lives and die,
A single bullet
Shot at the very heart of paradise
And the angels leave their posts
And run for cover and it is such a pitiful sight.
In a frenzy, you write:
God is dead!
Written by Atanda
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4 Comments
beejay
June 05, 10:30Poignant!
Mandy
June 05, 12:38Wow. Beautiful. Its angry too. But there’s beauty in the anger.
Jo
June 06, 00:38I love.
on another note, Chibuihe has been found
Johannes
June 09, 15:07My heart was smiling until the last line.
W’sup with gays being atheists?
I mean,
is there a connection that i don’t get?
is there a line that i can’t see?
e ja mi si!
(nice lines though, buh my smile has fainted.)