26.May.2017 About Us | Contact Us | Terms & Conditions
>

Want to know the stories driving our day? Why not join us on Facebook and Twitter

The New Black Magazine's Page

Search Articles

Home










KOFI

By
Rasaq Malik Gbolahan

Friday, September 27, 2013.

there is a song we must play
at the funeral of a poet -

for words are winds
that blow on the dark roads
of farewell

there is a flute; a lost flute
bearing the voices of the bereaved ones;
bearing the testaments of crushed skulls,
exiled dreams at westgate

there are trumpets to blow
for we no longer fire the guns;
when we scan the eyes of the earth
there are scars in the hearts

funeral is the perfect word.

kofi

funeral is the perfect word; funeral is when
we sit on stones of blood
demarcating the house of weeds;

when we trade silence for sermons
of forgetfulness

like a city in the dark
we grope for torches
to dress your coffin

the poet dies
not with his words.

  Send to a friend  |   View/Hide Comments (0)   |     Print

2017 All Rights Reserved: The New Black Magazine | Terms & Conditions
Back to Home Page nb: People and Politics Books & Literature nb: Arts & Media nb: Business & Careers Education