Leftover of My Bones

Leftover of my bones
Free from membership, citizenship
At last nameless

Not a handle to tune up language
Called homeland
Not a self-pity framed as diaspora
Only here in the embrace of nowhere

Obododimma Oha




Leftover of my last quarrel
With space, with culture,
And the endless tug of bonds
Now a signature to solemn oaths
To be silent & therefore gone