Two Poems By Idowu Odeyemi
'In Syria, Bombs Makes Prayers Cacochymical'
Salah and I escaped
The blast that ate our mother
And turned our father
To the offering God punished
Eli's sons for eating
Looking for the safest tattered house to sleep:
I held Salah's hand, smiling
As if what we lose is the leg of the goat our father rears
Everything in Syria will make you cry, so why not smile?
I know Allah hates oxymoron.
A bullet entered through Salah's forehead,
While we were fleeing from gunshots,
I smiled and took it from the back of his skull
& put it in my pocket
(I cannot carry a dead body with me &
I have to show the world I have a lineage
so that they will not say I fell from the sky)
My smile convinced the BBC journalist
(Just as I know, it is convincing God)
So, he came to me and asked me:
Journalist: before now, what do you want
Me: I want to be some mothers prayer
every morning they wake up to pray
for their children.
How to Love Like a Piano
I wonder why God did not create humans for
the same purpose Bartolommeo Cristofori built the piano:
to give pleasure without aches.
Like we go to the piano and play
the keys according to the tunes we like
and, later drop it after playing
to our satisfaction
and the keyboard does not complain.
We should be like the piano:
be useful and love people without expecting anything
About The Poet
IdowuOdeyemi is a Nigerian poet. He is the Deputy Editor-in-chief, Echelon review. He was shortlisted for the 2018 Nigerian Students Poetry Prize. His works have appeared or are forthcoming on Tuck Magazine, Kalahari Review, Core Magazine Africa, Merak magazine, Constellate journal.