Ibrahim Salihu is an author, a poet and practising structural engineer.
A 21st century truth-tale wordsmith whose forthcoming novel and chapbook: Malignant Minority and When The Sins of The Molluscs Are Washed Ashore are both near completion.
‘Climate change’, another liturgy is sung
The motley crowd, their hollow cries
These intoned chants, a woven theme
Maybe a requiem canticle
Maybe their new season prayer
But this is not saints’ day
And maybees do not fly in protests
The wind whispers science propounded theories without punctuation
The hills echo, their pitch, crude
The rebooted interlude trails dusk
Time-travels past dawn
The atmosphere clothes in oversized cauldron
Today’s warnings, Tomorrow’s secrets
Have left the field, bald as coot
My eyes sparkle, the colour of snow
My voice, full of the seasonal lag’s cruelty
Records our sins
And will forgive not.