Collected Dirges Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Collected Dirges



Dirges are honed on the whetstone of this
wild dance.
Refrains, gap-broken,
lacerate death, tongue-twisted
amid wrenching gales.
Songs replete with distant
whiffs of communal balms, rancid,
smoothen the face of Death.

Friday, August 10, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: dance,death
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