There are no new names for grief By Chukwu Emmanuel


Sometimes I reconsider many things. How uncomfortable it makes me
that grief could decide the various things we bring into a body.
How the shape of loss is always subject
to tensile strength.
& to pressures of distortion.

Often, the shape of loss teaches me.
that I have no power over myself. I think of what explains grief
When I question bodies trying to find repose.

What often breaks fragile beings in halves is grief.

It threatens glass windows,walls, & limbs of live oaks
It threatens God when it becomes synonymous to grief.

I mean.
Loss is the year of hurricanes named after barren women.
after every orphaned children standing in the sand
after every married woman
staring afar with blank eyes
waiting for a measure of quiet

To call their lovers to home.

Chukwu Emmanuel

Chukwu Emmanuel is a Nigerian and a medical student at the University of Calabar. Long listed for NSPP 2019, second runner – up for the Sevhage non – fiction prize, shortlisted for the Benue literary poetry prize 2019. He has featured in many magazines like Praxis’s magazine, Ngigareviews, Kahalari review, and forth coming. When not writing, he enjoys solitude.

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