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I Don’t Want a Marked Pit

Burnt on the pyre
or buried to decompose in time
whether am all bones or ashes
I wish to be laid to rest quietly,
peacefully, content, and courteously

I don’t want a monument,
a headstone or a marked pit.

Let my dead bones that will outlive
the maggots that feed on my stiff,
let the termites that dine on my chest
carved and crafted with mahogany
be left to their duty without bother

I don’t want a monument,
a headstone or a marked pit.

I wish my final resting place
in the damp walls of clay, underground,
beneath a spread spacious stout Iroko
unobtrusively rested under the shades,
under the roots and trampling of the earth

I don’t want a monument,
a headstone or a marked pit.

Although grief may make a night
as long as three endearing a stopover,
make no pilgrimage, let me be in peace;
let my tomb be in your heart
make it an obligation not to; not to forget me.

Copyright © Ugo Nkwoala | Spilledwoords.org | 2020

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