Ndubuisi Martins Poems

Fumnaya,
I remember your face, the full beauty of it now gone quiet, I remember your smile, the fluorescent glow of it in my dark days...

What do I call you, now, that your body is dust, wilting away through all feet that tread it?
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Imagination baked me into a body, as science gave me the skin to house this laboratory of the mind. Light pours in my face, making me that dark specimen, wonders of a similar lot, feeling the Mitochondria of life and protoplasmic love handed out to people who share the indelicacy of loss.
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