Beat Death To Death Poem by Tony Cemaluk
Beat Death To Death
They said dust to dust.
I said no.
Mama died, decades after Papa died,
but I refused to bury her voice, his voice, their legacies.
I picked pen,
not shovel.
Ink, not sand.
Ebube Agbala,
you beat death before,
with akpu and war without weapon.
Now I beat death for you, for you and for your hubby,
with poem.
You live. The duo live.
ODNNN!
Your Antho.
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