No More Poem by Korede Popoola

No More



Down the hall
I hear them bawl
'He's no more', whispered all.
Down the hall the stretcher glides
No hurries now, no quickened strides
Afterall, '...he's passed on
To the great beyond...'

In the wake of the internment I see them leave
All in black, stiff with grief
I lay in darkness, deep down below
Watching as everyone turns to go...

Thursday, May 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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