Best Poems Written by Abiodun Oladipo

To a Burnt Friend

Because the night is silent,
the trees will search for a voice,
the wind will fill a body with lamentations.
Forgive me, I drank a lost gone wine
as the blade marked your body.
There is nowhere to clear the mind
without itching the throat,
nowhere to wash our body in clean water.
There was mockery on the spot
where your hand touched the blood on your cloth,
the voice said,you are fallen ashes, a mirror
of something unnatural.
This was the point I ought 
to have poured water over your burning body.
I am saying the earth ate the moon last night.

Copyright © Abiodun Oladipo | Year Posted 2017