A moment of poems passes away
And the nostalgia doth arise
Always the same and always, I pray
That it again’ll tomorrow materialise
Cross my path, call of heaven
Breath of heaven, touch of heaven
Cross my path again, from heaven
Whisper someone, touch me, whisper, free me
Break me loose from the cycle of words
I want the Other Poem.
– che chidi chukwumerije.
Music made me
A bird saved me
A smile undid me
A woman slew me
A friend betrayed me
And I dug myself out of the Grave.
A wound bled me
A sword healed me
A dream baffled me
A heart became me… became I…
A Call reached me
Here, there and everywhere –
Now, tell me
If you understand humanity yet?
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
We came suddenly upon the path
Of the Faraway-man
We heard suddenly the flute he hath
Been using to call his clan
Birds, beasts, fish and fairies, all
Followed the Faraway-man
And man alone doth Heaven now call
The lonely faraway man.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 