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this is not a poem (004)

last night, suleiman said to me:
“do not worry, there’s hope for Nigeria”
his words was guillotine around my neck
its grip of death tightening– like an
undersized brassiere clasp grasping breast– threatening to choke reality for delusion’s gain

& when i wriggled free, i replied suleiman:
“2023, like 2010 & 2015, will mean nothing.
joe’s breathe of fresh air choked to death
mo’med’s change shortchanged everything
pray tell, how isn’t it delusional to happily
stand by the seashore
in anticipation
of the return
of seamen
whose
skulls
are
become
underwater caves
to a dying octopus?

only he who is benefiting from the chaos
prays a committee of drunken gods
to prolong the days of a virus

this. is. not. a. poem.

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Jaachi Anyatonwu
http://jaachiwrites.com
Jaachi Anyatonwu is a poet, editor, and publisher living in the suburbs of Aba. He is the author of numerous poetry chapbooks and collections, and the Editor-In-Chief of Poemify Publishing Inc. Jaachi is passionate about discovering new voices and mentoring emerging poets. He is also a fierce advocate for the boy child and sexually molested.

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