The End Poem by Tony Adah

The End



All the yowl
Boasting and hitting
Of chest gone.
All the possessions
Struggles and quarrel disappeared
The tongue swollen in the mouth
Legs immovable
The whole being prostrate
On death's mat
And vanity at its peak
A man is no more.

Sunday, October 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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