Rememberance

 

A cake of silence sits on the dining

the candle puffs like an addict

& we mumble memories like chorus

I still remember. His face

stretching over the gallery, 

His feet walking the fields and fingers snapping rhythm of favourite songs.

I remember

 his fist ready to plunge into 

the walls of corruption.

His sweats-a ocean drowning misconduct 

& echoes of good governance ricochetting his lungs

I remember. His clothing becoming 

an I.D when dawn crawls in, 

after the gun offered his body to the night 

as dessert -feasting on his bones and drunk to his blood.

 I want to stop grieving but the country is 

a playlist of mourning melodies.

© Adepoju Timileyin O. Juste Ink