Abdulbaseet Yusuff is a Nigerian writer. His works have appeared or are forthcoming in Brittle Paper, MoonPark Review, Burning House Press, Kalahari Review, Rising Phoenix Review, Memento: An Anthology of Contemporary Nigerian Poetry, and elsewhere.


Poets Resist
Edited by Len Lawson
August 31, 2020

Abdulbaseet Yusuff

Pulp

For a thing to be as soft, as boneless as pulp it must have been beaten into indifference stripped of spine, schooled in scalding waters until it starts to discern the cauldron as refuge its ears must have listened to too many elegies that they now offer the tympanum no sensation its feet must have amassed miles of boulevards in their cracks; its hands must have turned lead from holding placards; its nostrils must have acclimatized to char and the iron of blood When the newness in news has worn off from repetition, only the letter -s lingers — silence Almost every part of me has been beaten to pulp There is a part of my brain that prefixes body counts with the adverb just Just three dead. Just fifteen wounded. Just. Just? But what is just about it? Hundred or one dead, what do numbers matter? For a thing to reach such a state, its throat must be swollen with dead bodies & to rest easy, it must be swallowing the bodies like shame; the stench must have bloated its stomach, its chest deadweight.

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