Grave Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Grisly.
Quiet.
Dumb.

Good image, symmetrical with Tuscan tradition.
A point, magnetism; revered, upon its dull-glint;
threshed of every fibre – only tarsals
exist in singles like abandoned works of espoused painters.

Grave:
Silent.
Cautious.
Gentle.

Owners – silent pipers,
modest counselors and discreet savants.

Nostalgia.
Their indulgence crave I,
who drum for them somber rhythms for
their rodomontade.