Poem of the Week: The Great Divorce

By Nehi Igbinijesu  

The throng of loving singing To a sire once beloved Pretty-so very pretty That He gave both sky and all To rule and guide Both beast and clime Seconding only Jove Then pride crept filled With dance and feats That made “me” not need us To chide and wield All that you gave Not forgetting “my” omnibus A third yet sang In snarling sounds I sing Convinced that I’d be everything Until that rage august O glorious Lord-king Then my black-holing Bitter, fraught with fear Alone with my losing cheer Unable, to undo the tear The now gulfs between My lust and Jove.   This Poem is part of the anthology of 30 Poems titled: “Dirges of The Niger” By Nehi Igbinijesu.