I look into the street & I see God in the dusk
   in the shadow      in the silence
in the winds.
                        I see God—jealous of the sins he forgets
                                                Like roses—

   I find God inside me—his beauty flowing like water in my veins
                  I see God—noble & sweet.
                              I see God & my body is a chapel
                     Men walk up to with holy water and sacrifice
So the next time I see God, he walks into my dream like everybody else.

Ugonna Owoh writes from a sphere created by nature. His work has appeared and is forthcoming in Tuck Magazine, Agbowó, Rattle, Pride, and elsewhere. He was shortlisted for the 2018 Keats-Shelley Prize.

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1 Response to Chapel

  1. varjakBaby says:

    Not sure what this is but it’s crap.

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