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– To a friend (Dekunle).

Once you know
That poetry is loin; then
You should hold to
The expediency of

Still, I have told my inner
Fecund, that I won’t allow
A human fiery to die. And
Part of those humans is
Your waxing lit.

I smell the fume as incense
To never be killed my deluge
As hours of mien. But your
Ephemeral is not filth; and don’t
Let that your work become
A riposte; whose poetry is
Noisome. Be warned!

I see your poetry in you as
The lord of Paul whose talisman
Is by the side of Gideon’s Art.

Although, David is your father,
In two words, you shall born
Is ecumenical son in proverb

But don’t let your poetry to fling –
Too far into the sky before they
Raise an obituary of marble;
That a Prince has forgotten to
Use his bliss.

So, lord is your poems
With you are message, breaking
A thunder from a confluent cloud
That sin us to malign.

I hear chant: Dekunle, you
Bear yourself a statue here
Before a new sun arrives
To our new Sunday of rains.


By Anikulapo Macmillan

Published by Adekunle Writes

Adekunle is the author of a poetry collection, 'Arise Nigeria'. A young writer, Adekunle is a correspondent at Church Times Newspaper and Contributing Editor for Interviews at OPEN: Journal of Arts and Letters. He's the recipient of Daily Trust Newspaper's Poet of the week, January 2019. Follow me on Instagram on Adewunmi

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