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Tuesday, 1 August 2017

We Must Learn Again To Fly by Odia Ofeimun

Some wounds cut so deep we forget
where the pain comes from; we itch
to run from congealed blood,
from lakes in rivers
deltas into brimless sea
...we forget how to flow

Some hunger grow so steep
it cuts the sun
and takes away our eyes
till we drown, weighed down
by the call at silt-bed
...we forget how to awaken