PASSAGE
So came the day we were in procession
Of craniums hung, bowed
Watching helplessly,
Our mildewed buds of love, fallen
Like pollen blown
On perched earth, withering
Like a drop of rain in the desert;
Like the hot tears that challenges
A dried and fevered pit
Like seeds planted on burnt moorland
Or process pouring of water to chill a hearth
Here I memoir acting for everyone, left back, you felt affection for.
I pray, like you, it is quite simple:
Crafting it was a delight:
Seasoning, too much seasoning
Had shrivelled our petal,
Unspent, charred ether,
Sprinkling through the acreage alcove
Adieu, Itoya, we miss you like famine:
As when to earth pellet the petchary
As when, the kin’s china is broken;
You, the source of desire was wrenched;
And the Pervading passion of feasting, lost.
Adieu, adieu Alabi Itoya Ejedenawe.
Though your passage was of God’s while,
It was too soon: a li.
Of craniums hung, bowed
Watching helplessly,
Our mildewed buds of love, fallen
Like pollen blown
On perched earth, withering
Like a drop of rain in the desert;
Like the hot tears that challenges
A dried and fevered pit
Like seeds planted on burnt moorland
Or process pouring of water to chill a hearth
Here I memoir acting for everyone, left back, you felt affection for.
I pray, like you, it is quite simple:
Crafting it was a delight:
Seasoning, too much seasoning
Had shrivelled our petal,
Unspent, charred ether,
Sprinkling through the acreage alcove
Adieu, Itoya, we miss you like famine:
As when to earth pellet the petchary
As when, the kin’s china is broken;
You, the source of desire was wrenched;
And the Pervading passion of feasting, lost.
Adieu, adieu Alabi Itoya Ejedenawe.
Though your passage was of God’s while,
It was too soon: a li.
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