POEMS: A Dirge to a Lost He/She/Him/Her

                                                    A Dirge to a Lost He/She/Him/Her

                                                                By Drake Omonode

With my hands against each other like the lords prayer,

With my wrappers in shreds,

With my aunties rolling on the floor and my Uncles folding their arms akinbo,

With a heart heavy of doubts, disbeliefs and heavy clogs of inexpressible emotions,

With eyes as heavy and drenchy as Lekki Bar Beach,

With a make-up soiled with watery eyes like water to a fresh painting

With my friend’s head moving side to side in awe and sadness,

With persons in Dark shades as in Stevie Wonders,

With deaf ears configured to only hear consolation and “sorry” messages

With cold a countenance filled with inexpressible thoughts,

With dark collars, black suits, hands folded, some other hands at Akimbo and palms joined below the abdomen,

With gloomy, marooned and red eyes in sunken eye sockets,

And as the sands from our palms slam your new room,

 

Remember that we shall someday meet again to part no more

 

Rest On! Rest On!! Rest On!!!

Adieu! Adieu!! Adieu!!!

 

We nor go see oh! We nor go see!!