THE SQUAT PEN RESTS a poem by Bode Asiyanbi (For Seamus Heaney)

Of strife, Of soil Of a patient dig of blood and strangled berries Of two lorries, of sunlight Of seed cutters; Of ashes for ashes, of slow golden rays and All things hidden behind the windbreak. The fiery sun has gone to set Behind The long fingers of distant clouds Spread Like scrolls tattooed With … More THE SQUAT PEN RESTS a poem by Bode Asiyanbi (For Seamus Heaney)