A Requiem for Pain
I lay my pain like a cadaver on the pyre I am a witness to the funeral of my pain, Burning it in Gasoline I gather the ashes of the flames' meal And scatter it to the winds I know of men whose bodies Are sepulchres for pain; They're dead while breathing because they told them to wrap pain with smiles…since Men don't cry, I am here as a lone witness To the funeral of my pain, saying, dust to dusts. Ashes to ashes. By Korede Teriba
