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Robert Okaji: The Question is Never

Who will lock the door

or leap in front of the jacketed

 

bullet. Nor is it four words

born in lust and camouflaged

 

with piety. No one cares

if you blink or continue

 

breathing. No one knows

what you think. Nothing

 

matters. Not the pen

in her hand or your finger

 

on the trigger. Not the crying

and the dead and the stains

 

in the hallway, the man

in the street hiding behind

 

himself. The question

is no question, but an answer

 

struggling to emerge. Never

formed, never truly complete.


 

Copyright 2018 Robert Okaji

One comment on “Robert Okaji: The Question is Never

  1. the pretty poems
    June 5, 2018

    his work is some of my favorite on WP

    Liked by 2 people

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