Our hearts, Our clawing
Rough days when we are ambulances, rushing
the glinting jewel you swallowed to no home,
bodies stacked, pieced to a compass, legs aiming
to what grief mapped to the treasure of peace.
Hate is the last fuel to drive men out of starving.
Flowers bow to the elegy of grief. Our hearts
rattle jagged music, moments filled with notes
that paid a lot to know the cost of living.
Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi is a Veterinary medicine student at the University of Ibadan, Nigeria, a submission reader at the sea glass literary magazine, and an editor for the incognito press. Pursuing his enthusiasm for poetry, He has his works published in Poet's Choice, Brave Voices Magazine, and a few more.