When Death Is A Taboo Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

Gone heavy with tears my eyes
The weeping drain my strength these tears
Yet the corpse elude my eulogy all day everyday
And the grave on earth is nowhere

The servant merits a portion of earth
When breath ceases of life so vain
Even the slave, the "ungodly" and the condemned
When the eyes sleep permanent in death
Yet a 6ft by 4ft by 6ft was denied
A royal born and a prince regent

The wreath weigh tons on my mind
Like the rain in my heart
The spirit deflate and sag my hands
As the eyes cloudy with more rains
Seek a portion to lay
My wreath, my love of whom I am

Yet elude the corpse my eyes
The grave still on earth is nowhere
A denied memorial of one so noble
When death becomes a taboo

(Monday 29th September,1997)