Sonnet Vi(Amn'T Gone) Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

When am vieled in rusts and heavy stones,
Mulch my cairn with melange of wreaths
Behind a yew, hid and plant my bones,
Defend it from her, keep the secrets secret
So its bosom, remembrance it ever give,
Of a black cone and the black quill;
That was ill of lust and thus not survive
Whose wrong fears of death wraithed and kill,
Until a naked grave balked his tender honors;
As scorch of wild sun makes chives trim,
As dry tinder to fire losses their vigors
There no hot wind nor flood strikes him,
Where my love would put no sweet roses upon
For tempest if blow, blows all, all begone!