Two Poems

by Abubakar Auwal (Metaphorical Poet)

the metaphor of how we partied with the corpses in their forever home

—after reading abdulrazaq salihu

how that night/i pictured the images// of you, gods and i sitting in purple dress, when the wind

freezes the universe, igniting angels danced/for the unsung songs. how that night/ god

mouthed our names in colorful sound/ soundful gazes// like flowers // my great grandpa once

planted in the sky of his feet// how that night/ we reversed the time & erase memories of when

grief knocked our door// it was that night i sighted god lisping a blissful laughter//& the sky was

wide opened/ with clouds appearing in green garments / stars smiling— & they were

evergreened birds. how that night/ we drummed our hearts, sang the corpses—to dance in the

parlor of — forever home// & kneeled to kiss your feet/ when you smilingly/ eyed my face/ &

gave birth to the goddess / i forever painted her face on my chest. how that night i satellite my

phone/ dissect the sun / & charge my smiles // to the moment i sip electricity from your song//

& phoned my adhan// while i kneeled to title your name.

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Portrait of surah

it homed me to eyed the sparkles of stars,

splashing dews from the heart of clouds

& what water the eyes of an angel to rain.

behold this poem— a boy

deform to ashes & what scripted

the nightmares in mother’s wrapper.

when you hear the voice

of surah— tell her that a lover

is here reciting the constellations of god.

here between the colors of sky,

i whispered laughter. gods laughed too,

& unto it a boy— died to become a god.

or what pricked him to inhale

the language of supplications

& breaths that enveloped fire in the arms of the wind.

the moment— it rained; i’ll home a boy

like a star— bathing the moon

or what water the eyes of an angel to rain.

this time— i throat the language of surah

between the verses of god & i’m a metaphor.