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Rhythm

I still remember the absurd choreography of the undertakers’
Thud…
Six feet beneath mother earth
Wailings…
The tune we enjoyed all through
Amen…
The man of God is discharging his duty
Eérú fún eéru—ash for ash
What is this incantation I hear?
Erùpè fun erùpè—dust for dust
What is this curse-like mantra?
I mean,
He is gone
Dead
No more!
Let your heart beat with laughter
Let your face beam with a smile
Be happy instead
He is gone, to rest
Or maybe to burn…

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