Reincarnation
I died in many journals &
still resurrect in a television channel
uttering, in the eye of many cameras.
I want to belief before I assumed
that death is a lost product to afterlife
& that what happens afterlife is a recreation
of every molecules of my sameness.
Now for some reasons— a strange reason
a part of me is enough to pull down
a skyscraper because I’m not just a human,
I’m an implosion in the hand of a homo soloensis beast.
Both of us strangers to everyone and everywhere.
It is very difficult to point out what happens
to my body &
the factions of my spirit man.
Both of them variability.
But there is a river in my head
throwing crimson to trigger world war;
the waters of betrayal
& the being wander out of me
with wings. a part of me is his fullness!
Friends forgive me I say I’m a wayward wind
in love with the air from Pent & Brent.
Excel Chinagorom Michael is a poet, blogger and content/graphics developer living in the suburbs of Aba. He is anxious about documenting realities into streams of words. He was shortlisted for the Konnect E-Zine poetry prize and the best of the finalists, 2020. His most recent works have appeared in Poemify Publishers Inc, Poetry Soup, Williwash, Fivers of Mind, Thirty-Two Shades of a Rose: An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry. Excel is a Gospel vocalist and one intrigued by music, sports: A Manchester united fan and fashion. You can wave him on Twitter: @ExcelChinagorom; Instagram: @excel_mike
