Mourners
In the bevy of beauty
She strode with carriage and courage
Gazers overwhelmed
Critics clamoured
Now,
Mourners mourning
As they gather round her past
This noon she stood there vertical
Tonight she lay horizontal
Her pride and beauty encase
In the meaninglessness of life
Head dropping
Tears tiring
Hope hopping
'Dirt to dirt 'hallowed the priest
'Emptiness of human in the human cosmos ' echoed the mourners.
Copyright © Kingsley Awoh | Year Posted 2011
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