Take it ... Hold it
This urnThis black urn
bearer of my ashes
remnants of my flesh
take it ... hold it
Before i go
compliment my soul
for in my core
there you are
take it ... hold it
Together we are
in spirit not in body
present when your soul beckons
absent when your body demands
Take to sea
bring me to being
if so you desire
in your volition
there it lies
that magic 'sepulcher'
Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2009-04-03 at 19:09
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