Adieu Sound Sultan. Poem by Emmanuel Uwe Etim

May you not have another reason
To contend again with the legions
That grew in your throat,

May you rest like overworked
Sabbath days,
And be far from the calvary
Of pain,

Life is such a dwarf,
The needle that burst
Open the swollen stomach
Of stammering songs is now
Among the choir of God,

May you sleep and not be
Disturbed by the mosquitoes
In the afterlife,
May your legacies remain forever
Like a scar on the wang of existence.

Etim Emmanuel Uwe