Like salt on earthworms
Men
Women
Children
Rattling, coiling alive
Their screams,
…unheard in it hollering echoes
Dying in flaring fuel
Their voices,
Gulped in fiery gas
Different people of a same faith
Wailing tears to a thousand bleed
None survived, none arrived
Their frames flame in bubbling scars-
Spreading like gluttonous ocean’s billow
To conserve not even the finest scalp
Our good-bye kiss
Our last hug
Turns an effigy of toasty carrion sores
And this generation
Cannot begin scavenging the scenes
For traces of faceless littering carcasses
When history too is dead
We can only recover fear
In figures of uncountable despairs and deformities
In this struggle against pain
Yesterday refuses to give way.
© Uche Uwadinachi
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