The Grave Poem by Joseph Akpan

__**THE GRAVES
The graves are graced with grunts
Of silence for honour not horror
Of stillness like the great seas
It a parcel a pieces a stone

The graves are graced with gifts
Of knowledge in heart of humans
In skills that hell's sprung hate
It indeed six feet away behind a rock
Isn't where Eternals lies in forever?

The graves are graced with grieves
Of wails and heavy sigh and bowed heads
Of uncertainty a warm stream roll cheek long
Its a portion foot to count, where the bones meet
The dry path through the waters beyond where foots meet in forever

The graves are graced with grapes
It's roots are staged within the rips
So sour the taste of life's best juices
Our sets are set on edge
The grave is cold as hell.