Requiem: 5By Wole Soyinka
I shall sit often on the knoll
And watch the grafting.
This dismembered limb must come
Some day
To sad fruition.
I shall weep dryly on the stone
That marks the gravehead silence of
A tamed resolve.
I shall sit often on the knoll
Till longings crumble too
O I have felt the termite nuzzle
White entrail
And fine ants wither
In the mind's unthreaded maze.
Then may you frolic where the head
Lies shaven, inherit all,
Death-watches, cut your beetled capers
On loam-matted hairs. I know this
Weed-usurped knoll. The graveyard now
Was nursery to her fears.
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