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 /əˈpɒkəlɪps/

An ocean runs in reverse into the eyes
of those who wept it. in the sound of their restless flow,

mockingbirds ask us, speaking the language of loss,
what worth it was trading life 

for shadows, cinder— why we let thousands die
then, hold a séance as if we have no shame, no

guilt asking for rain from those whose teeth have become ploughshares.
Our fathers planted trees, but we fell them to park our self-

drive cars— trees whose leaves were letters 
of appeal delivered, but always unread, around our rusty mailboxes.

Somewhere, a hand flips the switch, & a light 
bulb comes on in an interrogation room. the ghost of an uncle

seated in front of me, asks: what have you done...what have you...
In another place, another hand flips a switch on, &

black light wets my terra cotta face before a homeless child's. i cup
its tenderness with my palms asking for forgiveness. there is none 

to give. at a corner in the scene, a hand re-writes 
the theory of evolution with a pen ceasing at the spelling of איש (man)

In a nightmare, a wounded soldier drinks polluted water. leaning against an anthill
his fingers grope in the dark to touch the feet of mercy. he feels nothing.

He kneels, cries "help me", but a volcanic mountain censors it with an eruption.
At the opening of his mouth, owls fly into his throat.

Prayer from his unwashed mouth pours out
as chlorine, depletes the ozone layer, & UV light burns his body.

Gravity, it was you who dropped apples in our lap.
It was you, mother of the many fallen, removed 

from the breast of sky & glory, but now, it rains 
shrapnels & hailstones over our heads from metallic dragonflies.

I remove a bullet from the soldier's flesh
etched with his country's coat of arms, & weep. i weep.

On the branch of a tree with roots writhing underneath earth, a wounded 
girl sings to her dead cat, & as she sleeps, mercy tucks her under a quilt of moss.

Martins Deep (he/him) is a poet based in Kaduna, Nigeria. He is a photographer, digital artist, & currently an undergraduate student of Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria. He is a Pushcart nominee & a Best of The Net finalist, ’22. His most recent works have appeared—or are forthcoming— in Magma Poetry, Strange Horizons, FIYAH, Barren Magazine, Lolwe, 20.35 Africa: An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry, & elsewhere. If he’s not out taking photographs, fantasizing about reincarnating as an owl in a room he barely leaves, he’s tweeting on a newsboy hat @martinsdeep1.

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