Upon a Tilted Scale & Droplets of Poison in Translation

UPON A TILTED SCALE

Of things that have cut
their own spare keys

to my body,
grief is one & joy is another.

& I barely have control over either. Because

some things
know the secret names

of our life’s doors—

they come & go as they wish.

DROPLETS OF POISON IN TRANSLATION

It should not be too hard
to invent a modern blame game where
one thing is not exchanged for another. Only


it will be impossible to say it's a game
if in the end there cannot be anyone who wins.


So, what is honor if it can succumb
to power when love calls? & neither fame
nor beauty can tell, without high percentage error,


how much crime is committed
in its name. In ancient Macedonia, a legend says:


some gods, revolting against the sun,
could not resist the maidens of the land;
they douse their noses with things that smell


better than roses. But after the deities
in their loins were sated crossing out memories


they don't like on bodies of men,
they cast their steel drums of lust in bronze
& make a fake sun to burn (like fire) in songs


to which no god must dance.
Windows of the wind slam shut quickly


against their wings. For never
in the history of doors has the world seen
the one which closes against itself


the way water closes its mouth
against its tongue in winter when it turns to ice.


How long until this planet that thrives
on strangling time & beauty survives
the tail of the hour swirling around its neck?

Bola Opaleke

Bola is a Pushcart Prize-nominated poet. His poems have appeared or forthcoming in a few Journals like Frontier Poetry, Rising Phoenix Review, Writers Resist, Rattle, Cleaver, One, The Nottingham Review, The Puritan, The Literary Review of Canada, Sierra Nevada Review, Dissident Voice, Poetry Quarterly, The Indianapolis Review, Canadian Literature, Empty Mirror, Poetry Pacific, Drunk Monkeys, Temz Review, St. Peters College(University of Saskatchewan) Anthology (Society 2013 Vol. 10), Pastiche Magazine, and others. He holds a degree in City Planning and lives in Winnipeg MB.

https://bolaopaleke.com/
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