Graves

As I lay quietly in my cot

Angels in white gowns float around.

Trying to stop the tears that must flow

When am finally free from family and friends

For the last time I reflect on the carnage called life

The future became crystallized

I see the snares laid by the ultimate leveler

Escape is an attempt in futility

The yawning gap meant to hold my remains

Is like the pit where my waste is held

Like my waste, my remains is fertilizer

The yawning gap neither welcomes nor rejects it

I am one more waste; many more will come

When the leveler’s job is done

All becomes equal

As the hungry yawning gap wait patiently

 

Inaju R.

RECEIVE ALERTS FROM IGALA PROJECT

BBM CHANNEL D61E92CD
WHATSAPP 08055109320
In this article

Join the Conversation