Untitled ("when shall your wounds")
By Uche Nduka
when shall your wounds
welcome their scabs?
daily your kingdom squeaks
and leaps to the starlight
it wants all of you
you of all and the music
of the pastures of midnoon
a little boy's kaleidoscopticon
you are the one the music
has chosen and whom strings call
twilight moans behind you
all you are you are all
it is the boy in black talking
how civil is the civil war?
Copyright Credit: Uche Nduka, "Untitled (”when shall your wounds”)" from eel on reef. Copyright © 2007 by Uche Nduka. Reprinted by permission of Akashic Books.
Source: eel on reef (Akashic Books, 2007)