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Celebration Of Death
Laying breathless like a log
with the little white stone in my
mouth taking every record of those
who show their love, Let my love
ones touch my head to my toe.
Jamboree is the order of the day,
drink to your full, hips move with legs.
Lift me up, let my wood box be touch
by all, tears of joy is the other of the
day, guess why cos it is the celebration
of the death, star in death, paparazi
taking shots. As i go down let flowers
trees rejoice cos am bringing blessing.
Heaven is open as the celebration
continue, the fact is that i will be back
after the celebration of the death.
poem
by
Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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