For Ikem Ebenihe

I heard the marauder knocked,
stealing the very air you breath.
Did the coward sneak by side
no doubt awed by your size ?
never was a lie heard from those lips
nor a face drained from warm cue.
You of bawdy humour and bridled temper.
I heard the earth bled and heavens blissed.

Good Night, My Brother.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s