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