Poetry

A BAT IN THE MIRROR By Abiodun Salako

Written by Editor

There is this bat I see

with arms stretched bent

like a boomerang with holes

and flabby skin spread to

his coal plastered torso holding

crusts and shells full of lice

curling outside the universe;

His eyes are five fingernails

each to a zone, his fangs are

two, one erect to heaven, one

to earth; his throat though short is

soft as custard and he gapes twice

in each day saying, “remember realms,

remember realms, beyond time and tides,

beyond man and gods and shadows

are rainbows born silent.”

Abiodun Salako writes under the nom de guerre Neptunus. He is a wild addict, leprechaun, editor and art collector. He is also a practicing neo-hedonist, neo-pagan and a resident at Sea.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.

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