Goodnews mememugh Karibo
Shadows (On The Death Of A Cousin)
Shadows led by disturbed winds sail and sail
as though geared by a gonged thunder;
As the irked earth mix with perpetual pain,
flooding breaths abreast inched span
now, take a sit
lets be frank, truer than white laced clouds,
lets question the reason life wears a brief watch-
how do boys grow into men?
And girls wax to womanhood?
Yet the shadows still diminish slowly; slowly till it bows to its knees
A loved one falls off the stool of skies,
palpitate to receptive bossoms and we beg and wail and yell out our hearts__