Void's Violent Voice Poem by Tony Cemaluk Egbuonu

Void's Violent Voice

As a whistling pine, the void whistles,
Voice high-pitched, violent —
Like pines dancing to harmattan wind.

But this one dances not to harmattan,
It dances in the final void,
On last voyage to Voomland,
Home of spirits, base of voyagers.

Saturday, September 19, 2026
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Voomland is the land of the spirits after life's voyage..
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