Ugonna Owoh
My body no whore to fire— my body no whore to death.
I’m dancing on the road of misery and hobbling—
To unlearn the postures of the galaxies to my body—
To my reflection is the mirror of lust—
My body is no monastery for silent rituals—
My body is no angel, if it’d be—
I clip the wings— hide under the shadows of water rev—
My body no black cop of love—
My body no flickering sweetness—
My body no ancestral drums to dance to—
My body no rhythm, no music—
My body not revenge of bodies—
My body not a taste of history, scouting myth_
My body no withers etymology_
My body no resurrection—
My body of little things.
Ugonna Owoh is a writer. His debut collection of poetry – “When Men are Hell Fires” is to be published by April 2019 by Austin Macaulay publisher.