Poetry Trauma

at beach, fisherman’s son by Martins Deep

"Water is for drowning"
the fisherman's son tells me,
as he goes picking clams
into his leaking pockets.

"The sea gets thirsty, she calls
you by your favourite wine"
Whispering in my ears, 
he says, "Ask for driftwood
whenever you feel the ears
of your god open to your lips"

We return to his shack,
by the beach, and find his kinsmen 
embalming a body.

"He died last night" they say.

I look behind me at the wet sand
seeing only my footprints.
only my footprints.

Martins Deep (he/him) is an Urhobo poet living in Kaduna, Nigeria. He is a photographer, digital artist, & currently a student of Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria.