Chidiebere Osita Igbo was born in Jos, but a native of Umuaka, Imo State. Apart from being a poet, novelist and playwright, he is a scriptwriter and an Igbo scholar. He is the founder of the movie company, Kings and Queens. Igbo is currently at UNN for further studies.
Theme of Golgothaism
Once
For a lacquered notes trumpeter
Your feet must walk in rhythm with the boundless.
Hold as the earth is
From a vessel of rust to a cell of gold.
Moundsward in shut passages
Of the subtle birth of the
Yellow rings.
Men
On crown a furrow
The cosmic dare counterpane
Light of the beginning awash
In a dark veil.
Gather now their crest
In a bowl of seeds
Run naked to the unblemished past
This
Call is all, ageless
Draw night’s bolt to the throne of grace
Crevice with skin dew;
Inlaid, all is droughty towel
Dearth of Sea before the inbirth
Crinkled leaves wait
As the road for the raining sun!
Walls of stars
Here no one speaks of the
Speakable in their night of
Secret chambers.
Firethroes
Ripeness to the stir of a token match
Death of the swollen ocean
Swaying in to preach,
Embrace shards in the holy crypt.
Whistle of the green chaos
Winds of filled night
Armour emancipated
From mindscapes of fleshed dare
Roots the journey beyond
A thousand buried mirage
Shadows
Across selvedges of veils
Multitudes sing calculating
Cords from mouthpieces of the
Undying past.
Lean a light beyond the rings
Incense-skull
They all have their pledges
Obsidian
Prelude to reconcile spume-brush
Sunscapes mine in high crest tassel
Satanic cliff for the jasper
Now the past is a stalk in their grooves.
Melodic moon trains
Sieve thread-fingers
A pull to the cosmic cords
Moon grey before the coming besiege
Fall
Them now in a mineral ether-bowl
Flare-eyes in your groove need
Light for a clear vision.
Cascade on fern-wings
My closed brown laid antra of grimace
Sail over
Lay me to a no subsidence.
Flare
The upper carven of the heart
Then ears-coming, the past
Dissolve in their enamelled lips,
String-divining finger to beat
Echo rust from a fresh born-age
A moonlight pollen
Amber-place
In possessing and in clutching
Yokes of days discarding
Anguish of prostration
The muted vault of the chasm blue
Welkins
Stand on the horizon seam
Transparencies
Teach to bear the desires of the earth.
Pane of the world
When a line is filled
Lean closer for a new cosmic dare counterpane
Line of dust
Of the faceless cycle
Raise
To a watchtower
Fragments of intuition
Respites, ears
Echoing and echoing the rolling stone of web.
Multitudes
That hew to the walls of men
Preach to bless is to sore
To possess
A scarlet prospect of the spider-load heads head
Altar-knoll of one boat
Shall yield tides for the race
Offspring sitar string
Ride on twilight mane-sea swell
Oh
Indigo arrows
Vanish in incense-vessel
Of the resurrected past.
Eyes as the sky
The holy birth of a new tassel
Never stood one-legged in the second phase
Broken pines float
In tear voices Night tides.
Embraces none
Death of sun, yokes of petals.
Blood
When it is boiled
A rainbow flash it was,
But not for ascent.
Strewn
Links of earthbow shards
Milk broom-stick wraiths whistle
Earth-coming
Mite-drives linger over spawn flesh hive.
A blue-wind’s opal-sedge
Quiet-blades
Void dark bowel of the beginning
A no preclude to the stir
Of vermin.