Michael Akuchie


of my arm. Garnished with the hue
of ripe lemons, a wave of pleasure travels
through the provinces that form my body.
Accosted by a patrol of eyes between halves
of a stroll, they race along the path of my arm.
Tongues dream of a tirade. Fists ache
to translate the situation into a riot.
O Nigeria, before closure of a prayer
on your behalf, my tongue regurgitates
the God given to you. I have no voice
is the bloom of what you seeded
into my mouth & watered with the glint
of a rifle coughed up from darkness.

Michael Akuchie is a poet of Igbo-Esan descent.  Wreck was selected by José Olivarez to win The 2019-2020 Hellebore Poetry Scholarship Award. Recipient of the 2020 Roadrunner Poetry Prize and one-time nominee for the Orison anthology, he is a final year B.A. candidate in the Department of English and Literature, University of Benin, Nigeria. He is a one-time Best of the Net Nominee. He tweets @Michael_Akuchie and reads submissions for FRONTIER Poetry.


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