'Towards Sodom' by Ifeoluwa Dele

To Sodom I return again,I build it from its ashes.And from its tongue of black flame,I mould its broken bricks.With a golden fleece of fleeting Memory,I bring the men with their tiny desires.

I am at Gomorrah, unending the black desireLocking the angels behind Bars, creating new onesAmong the men in apparel of strange desire.Love is a fleeting fantasy here; dark desire and ShamedConjugal, man man.

Long road though, Sodom is handsomely here.Always here, never gone, and the angels areBehind bars. Man owns man here, not there though,Beyond the sea. But here.

Ifeoluwa ‘Dele graduated from the university of Lagos, Nigeria. His poem was published at kin poetry journal. His poems also appeared in “Footmarks: Poems on One Hundred Years of Nigeria’s Nationhood”