Schmetterlinge sind viele Aber nicht im Bauch Den haben sie längst verlassen Er hat sie vergessen auch Erinnerungen sind viele Aber nicht genug Sie wurden ersetzt durch Pläne Für einen neuen Flug. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Im Jahrzehnt der Deutschen Dichtung
plane
PLANE OVER CLOUD VALLEYS
Clouds nestling between the
dark craggy mountains,
sitting in the valleys like velvet cushions –
Silent solemn sentinels rising upwards,
peaks to greet these metal intrusions –
I wonder if they think we are just fleeting illusions.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
PLANE FLIGHT
An azure mind paints lightly the horizon
Its thoughts a cloudy mess
That grow old too quickly and fall to
Your knees from these incontinent skies
Like a stranger walking through the
Valley of the Shadow of Death
I trek noiselessly through my thoughts
And leave the plane-flying to the pilots
The reason why these things are writing me
Is because I have ripped out old pages
And need to be re-marked, re-bled, re-lined
For I have lost my old mind.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
YEAR OF LOVE
Before we landed
I saw a rainbow
It came right through my window –
It curved and curved
Until its ends met one another in a circle
A rainbow circle
I shall take with me
To men on earth this rainbow
That I caught in the skies –
Reflect it shall my smile
My every word shall echo it
My every look shall project a rainbow
Into everyone who loves me back
This year. We shall unite
In a circle and, in Love, be one.
This is the year of Love.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 