Poem of the Month

WE LIVE

By Ekaete George

The smell of death billows
Threatening to consume
Zest for life
The leaves, branches
That sway to the music
Of the wind
Are stormed, falling
Across our footpaths and highways
A towering shadow stalks, reaping
Harvesting where our tears, blood
And sweats sowed
Gas-lighting us
As it does

But we resist
We fight
With everything
We smell life
We live
Until death leaves
And we live
Alive