Biafractional mathematics
(biafran war)
take the loaded lorries from Kano
escaping to the east as the nominator
& green & white bullets running
after them as denominator. multiply
the numbers of bodies jumping down
onto the teeth of the road
& breathing as pools of blood
with the babies dying on the hands
of their mothers of lack of breath. make
guns the lowest common multiple
in the east & divide with shielings,
bombs, and guns from north
you will find my mother
an odd number trying to hold her broken
head into whole number
my brothers’ skulls summed up here & there
as the nearest thousands
your sisters logarithms waiting to be solve by force in ectasy. add
pregnant women trying to avoid
their breath from escaping them
& children with soured legs out of run
How many numbers are collapsing
never to rise again?
unccountable numbers,
are dreams butchered in the forest
love roasted in detonated fire burning houses,
heartbreak from those eaten by bullets
and the sowed future that wasn’t allow
to grow into generations. say grief & guns
are equal to war
war equal to blood
blood equal to death
death equal to tears,
tears the results of biafractional mathematics.