Untitled.

Untitled.

When we die

Like all men must

May we not be a handful of dust

Taking its place on the continent’s shelf

A son welcome home after a lifetime

Journeying on this temporal plane

May we have been the life force

In Gaia’s vein

May she sigh

A stream of tears

Run down her empty thigh

A vacant memory

A filling void

Unspoken words full of praise

Never an empty cup be raised

When we die like all men must

May we never be just

Another handful of dust.



One thought on “Untitled.” by Ndukwe Onuoha (@Muse)

  1. sambright (@sambrightomo)

    This is a beautiful thought captured in poetic verse.Well done.

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