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Portrait of a Life Well-spent in the Hands of Grief by Flourish Joshua



— after Ernest O. Ògúnyẹmí


to sandpaper a boy's body,

gift him a carpentry of grief.


at the throat of this poem

is a burnt prophecy—


that after everything,

we'll eat from God's palm.


every damn thing in this

house has a double tongue


that speaks for itself,

even Moimi's grave.


the memory of how the

earth's throat gulped


her body as

smoothie for breakfast


gets fresher every day like

a synagogue of love mangoes.


for me, unlike others, there were

no final words. only her jollof memory


& the hunger she left behind.

my soul is a loud feeling &


everything is dead today. call a

painter. let's canvass the portrait


of a life well-spent

in the hands of grief.


 

Flourish Joshua (he/him) is a poet from Nigeria. A NaiWA poetry scholar and second runner-up of the 7th Ngozi Agbo Prize for Essay Writing. He's a BellaNaija Contributor, Managing Editor at NRB and on the editorial board at Frontier Poetry Journal. He tweets @fjspeaks.

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