Poetry

Ben Goossens

By

Micheal Ace

SIX SIX-FEET

We do not tell the blinds of rainfall

They have zillion eyes on their skin

I am you, we have the human pulse

So I won’t tell you my senses are six

I will dig from this earth six six-feet

Two for my brain and eyes that see

Two for my skin and nose that smell

Then two for my tongue and my ears

I will bury my senses in this six six-feet

By the sixty minute of the sixth hour

And sixth month of this sixteenth year

With six me of you and six you of me.

Because I’m tired of life and her earth

And I’m scared of hell and her death

But this breath chokes life out of me

So I shall live on deader than the dead

I will see no more of human brutality

Blinded to manslaughters and suicides

I will be deaf to news of new infirmities

I shall hear no more of solicitous cries.

I shall taste the saltless soup no more

This acidic rain shall not wash my face

I will be without all hazardous thoughts

My brain freed from mentalities of wail.

I need six wise men in their late sixties

To dig with me the six graves of six-feet

We shall do this in the earth of our mind

For we can’t bury senses on this dry land.

Micheal Ace

Micheal Ace is an African-born poet and writer who hails from  Osun State, Nigeria. He began his writing career professionally in the year 2012 with essays and articles and is currently the vice president of World Union of Poets-Nigeria Chapter. He is also the Founder and CEO at ACEworld.

He recently released an anthology “THEMANTHOLOGY OF NIGHT” alongside a poetry legend Funsho Richard of U.S.A. The thematic anthology successfully featured 50 poets all across the globe.

He believes in a self-muse which has always been the instigator behind his consistency: “The world is too complex for a pen to remain idle.”