Ode
A new poem by Mobolaji ‘Aremu’ Adewale
If by some miracle,
Proctored by a far away god,
Zeus or Shiva moved me;
Translate my essence through time, not space.
Give young, feeble I a chance,
To meet my progenitors.
When they were twenty-something,
Learning the lessons they instil,
Hiding hardships as I do now,
Smiling through beaten eyes as I do still,
Laughing through cracks of pain unseen.
If I should be so privileged,
To spend a single cycle with them,
Equal in age,
I feel they’d enjoy my company,
And I theirs.
“Ode” is the commissioned poem for SouthPole Zine #1: riso-printed, hand-stamped, numbered, 100 copies. Out December 1.
