CONFESSIONS OF A CAMERA REEL
These spools trafficking before limp eyes
Like the passion of Roman Polanski,
What new line spectra, how tell
What torrid eyes have seen?
The lens bloodied by shrapnel
On the plains of Sudan, children smoked
Out by Janjaweed.
They have known good times too,
Village festivals where newly foreskined
Boys dance to the delight of young virgins.
Does it matter that in the same clearing
I have shot a baby learning to walk?
Kodaked parchments of skin sagging over bone,
Old hags marching for peace
With bare wrinkled breasts
While rival warlords claim the rights?
I live to shoot another day.
I am explaining a few things about nights,
Anodyne nights, nights gelid like cold oats,
Nights of acid drop,
Nights of camouflage and boots and border patrol,
Nights when Time, history’s mongrel, slinks away
on Kafka wings,
Nights when pyramids of hate scribble
Their signature against the sky.
Nights ticking away like larvae under the skin.
(c) Niran Okewole
Niran Okewole was born in September 1977. He is a senior registrar at the Psychiatric Hospital, Lagos, Nigeria. He won the MUSON Festival Poetry Prize in 2002 and 2003. He also won the ANA (Oyo State) Drama Prize in 2000. He is the author of Logarhythms, published in 2005 by Khalam Editions.
You can read an interview with him HERE