The howler





Nobody's crying
Nobody's howling
No baby needs to be
kissed here
I wipe the fade
of imaginary tear
from your postcard
near perfected lips
Eclipse the truth
your stealth in train
Never you mumble
of self in pain
For daggered heart
seems to ice
not melt
an African
or 300 twelfths celt.

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

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