Words I've Seen
By Atain Ibia
Some photos I take retaliate. They take my foveas hostage and force me to produce poetry.
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The Heroic Host
A line not worth waiting in
redeemed by a deep
candid voice.
Light on a second-hand suit
unnecessarily revealing who he is.
He is the redeemer in
this dark space. This
dark space that shines light on
the eager of voice. Here.
Before and after
every bellow hangs on to ears
for dear life. The redeemer fulfills
his purpose:
You. Member of the dark.
Silhouette.
On this night. On this
night of eager but false
voices you will not remember.
You will still remember.
The only microphone participant
who didn’t perform.
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