This poem is an equator & every line travels back to where it comes from. Darkness to night. My feet drenched, & oily, I’m always slipping into nightmares. Kid, you do not know why the nights end too soon. I’m always acting at night. In one dream, a demon pulled me into a den of dead men from my ancestry, & in reality, I was sleepwalking into the depth of an empty river. I awake on the shorelines, a lasso tied to my legs & a fishing tong to my hand. In another, I was led by angel into the tribes of Israel, a gigantic gate split open & I’m blinded by light. In my bed, I was praying & counting my beads & bathing with holy water. They say the way to life is a needle eye. But my body is not willing to be compressed. Yet, now & again, my mind is flipping through the pages of the life searching for salvation. Like how to rip off body from soul. And truth is, I do not know why I’m like the firmament, sunlit & eclipsed, at the same time. Biography
Chinedu Gospel is a Nigerian poet whose work have appeared or are forthcoming in Nantygreens, Eboquills, Fahmidan journal, Sledgehammer lit mag, Feral poetry and elsewhere. He tweets @gospel79070608.