ODOUR OF DEATH

Written by: J.KOLADI SAMSON

ODOUR OF DEATH

Fumes of incense sticks
Death sneaks into the drawing room
Without consent of none.

Shivering mourning, snub off
With night spreading over
Remnants of obsequies
Twelve basket full of charred dreams
Odour of death smothering
Oh! mourn Jerusalem
Son of Man is beaten.

Next morning
Death has the odour
Of stinking mouths.
Over perfumes poured
Stinking death demonstrate a route march
Shrouding her wings
Death nothing but death.

Shuddering tears
Like diamonds-
Flame of candle bowing
Over the cross.

Time has come, sun drops dead
Flames fading
Trusting two ropes
The deceased sinks to bowels
Of earth,
A sigh of relief
Death leaves a photograph on the wall
Death smiles
My friend,
Comrade.