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Martyr’s Day

by Shola Balogun

In my room tonight,
I break the bread of my silence
And bequeath the cup of dialogue
To my lips.

Your absence takes new forms
In the cosmic celluloid
Of my tears.

I see heaven expand
Through the curtains
Of the doves’ vision

In the darkened room
Of Alipore Jail.

Copyright © 2016 by Shola Balogun

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