A Taste Of Loss
Behold thee, motionless, still.
As thou awaits thy requiem high mass,
Which the day thou seek the face of thy creator.
I passed, stared, at thy lifeless
Departed to thy grave.
A menace it was,
Snatching thee from thy loved.
I wept, while gazing at thee lifeless.
Victor Ekwueme
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