Tenant

I saw him resting his laurels among dust
With dry gin conquering his stenches
A company of skulls screaming
Eerie sounds move through the trees
A hooded noise screaming behind
But I tell the stone to be still
Watching the wind and, 
One the ghost came forth
Like a monument I stood among ancients shapes
As the landlord beckon on me, to come forth
I said no, am only but a tenant
He said come live with me without rent

Awoh Kingsley
September 1st, 2012
Dedicated to a cousin who was buried on September 1st, 2012
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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