Grave - Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Good image, symmetrical with Tuscan tradition.
A point, magnetism; revered, upon its dull-glint;
threshed of every fibre – only tarsals
exist in singles like abandoned works of espoused painters.
Owners – silent pipers,
modest counselors and discreet savants.
Their indulgence crave I,
who drum for them somber rhythms for
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