Anatomy of Pain from a Boy’s Body

‘Calm down, child’ was a chorus from the stars,

the night I released a soprano of anguish.

Though not pleasing to the ear 

like the melodious call of a nightingale,

my voice was surely heard in many places.

Even that night must have had its ear impaired.

Some things come in twos at certain times.

Tonight is not different from 

when the stars spoke to me. 

Tonight, I howl as the sun dies, 

hoping to hear the moon speak calmly to me. 

But a young boy pats me. 

He is a star fallen from heaven. 

He knows the definition of pain

in one thousand and one languages. 

He knows grief to be a haunting word.

I hold him in my arms,

strip him naked:

‘No better way to begin the study of anatomy,’

I once told my teacher in school,

‘than to explore the anatomy 

of pain from a boy’s body.’

Everything about him is broken. 

But he has been carrying a question  

like a torture stake. 

He asks: ‘Why are boys exposed to the acrid

taste of nature at a tender age?’

This he explains to be an unravelled truth.

And in search of the gloom he speaks of,

I hold his body on my palm and see dozens 

of traces of pain

like a map to earth’s belly

holding massacred bodies in bondage.

This lad is here too, like me, though alive,

scrolling through-blood-stained skins

with a ray of light hounding an eternity of perfection.

I plead for mercy 

for breaking his little peace

with my yell. 

I plead for begging admission

into a course I knew nothing about,

for pains do not have the same structure, 

not even the same pain birthed by the same mother.

Then, we lie side by side, 

our pains in our palms,

awaiting eternal healing. 

In mashed voices of contralto and tenor,

we begin a whole new verse.

Comments (6)

  1. Ogbonna Ogechi Samuel

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    Wow so interesting, Pacella I must say that you have done a marvelous work here keep it up and the sky will be your limit. May God strengthen you more in Jesus Name Amen. I give you 95%

  2. Millicent

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    The poem is nice and inspiring. She sure got raw talents in writing. If well guided, she will be a great poet. Congratulations dear.. All the very best in this contest

  3. Millicent

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    Lovely piece of poem. She deserves the prize. Bravo young lady. The sky is your beginning

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