Ascension of albatross

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Diabolic grimace from angry vortices
in the waters,

I rise above the waves and the human figures

as albatross.


The crews’ eyes on me,

like they wish they too fly

to save their lives but I flap to rise and flee

from Death with force.


Above the clouds

I soar into the safety

by the sun’s skies,

the poor humans’ sight melts my heart with pity,

they lose their lives


as I look downwards, I could not help but leave

them to Doom’s jaws,

so I rise in flight facing the sun alive,

grand in its place.

Marigolds, My Wounds


Sipping wassail at the grave

of the Russian mystic,

lunacy crucified in his eye,

I knit a wreath for the vixen

suffocating next to the shaft,

gnawing the grid with her teeth

cracking joists, swallowing

sonnets. She rode the Lion’s gate

in a low-cut dress, separated

with her axe and tossed in the pyre

the heads of the five Mycenaean bulls.

Blindness tucks me into that bier

of ravaged marigolds, wounds

serenaded in shadows

and my body, reeking,

unlike one who never dies.

Lulled within the years

a bloodied sun rises in the west.

Killer Poet


Through the assaults’ subtle gas
sprayed on the body of sentences,
I quench life of the impish people
to bring them down as wooden blocks
after reading my letters.
My sentences I order like soldiers.
ATTENTION, STAND AT EASE!
DO NOT SPEAK OR MOVE
UNTIL I TOLD YOU TO DO SO!
MARK TIME, FORWAAAARD MAAAARCH!
HALT! ATTAAAACK!
They are gunning down my victims
in dramaturgical strokes and pathos.
My sentences hit without warning.
Let eyes face the truth – I am a killer poet.
But, still, I say something.
NOW, STAND AT EASE!
written by Leila Samarrai
edited by: Obinna Eruchie
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