"Lifetime" by Ogar Noah Ushie

Somewhere along nothingness

Along the rigid evanescence

Lined with constellating semaphores

And saline sculptures of retrophiliacs

The Tune must pause her tune,

Oblivious of the screaming stars

To gauge her ticking glass of breath;

Of what is gone and what is left

To sponsor our lilt

While you sing the scale,

The un-rewinding eternity

The unfolding tape of time,

Dear Tune,

Do pause and ponder,

Without your euphony,

What lies beneath your soles...

Sing a song of silence

Chant melancholy

Damp your tunes and

Dance your feet no more

For her whose back

You strut

Gives to both Birth and Death

Churn by larynx

Sing it out

Tell me if you know

From seed to stump

From lad to Late

From cot to grave

The distance in between...

An isthmus it is

That trails eternity

Leading from dust to dust

A track for every joyous Tune

A path to every walking soul

Ordained on earth

To sing out song and soul

A path we call Lifetime.

Ogar Noah Ushie is a 100-level student of the Department of Medicine And Surgery, Faculty of Medicine and Dentistry, University Of Calabar, Calabar, Cross River State.