Dear Crumb, Poetry by Oyin Oludipe and Habib Akewusola

WILDsound Festival

Genre: Rhyme, Life, Society, Nature

Dear Crumb
by Oyin Oludipe and Habib Akewusola

Dear crumb, dear lone
Seed of the tattered streets,
Your shadows faint with grief
Not the procession of suns

Dear crumb, dear harvester
Of dust, strange human reins
Expunge your path…
Will human sweat suffice?

Dear crumb, dear womb
Of a world’s cold glance,
Your dirge is feast for birds
Not dance for feet of men

Dear crumb, dear hollow
Forager of the night,
Let the cruel seep of light
Adorn your blistered belly

I shall wait for you on the dawn,
With bread and wine on both hands –
Perhaps you will emerge without a belly
Or without a hunger!

Dear crumb, idol worship hope,
Spirits of tonight
Heat up my soul.

Dear crumb, sirens don’t bite
Rivers never cry,
Hungary skeleton anticipate
To take a stroll into the spirit life.

Dear crumb, love isn’t equal,

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