Saddiq Dzukogi


Saddiq Dzukogi
 
shadows
 
Shadows  there is no knife 											that can cut a shadow 											and make it bleed											i tell this to a regime 											that give poets ropes 											as parting gifts and see their bodies											either as a shadow											on persian sand											dangling from a noose											or 800 whips											pressing into a skin like they are dogs												looking for bones the last time													it was shaabani												who challenged 											the "i am the representative 										of god" song of blasphemy  it is still unclear why the sea											is running out of my eyes the persian and arabian lords										are more alike than day and night									they are a song from the same aspect									hoping our souls will sneak into a cry									and flee with the night words can pay the rent												for a coffin and a grave											but no knife												can cut a shadow 											and make it bleed
 
 
 
Saddiq Dzukogi writes from Minna. He has had poems featured or forthcoming in literary publications such as: Chiron Review, Vinyl, The Poetry Mail, Saraba Magazine, Helicon, Off the Coast, The Volta, The Blue Lotus Art Journal, Grey Sparrow, among numerous others. Saddiq is a mentor at Hilltopart Centre and also the poetry Editor at Expound Magazine.

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