Poem

Ellipsis

The dead don’t stay dumb.
No! The dead stay dead.
They no longer offend
And couldn’t be offended.

It is that life clock,
Soon as it stops.
The dead a little more than man
and the living little less human.

That’s why we become statues
Something of fixed, marble virtues.
But somewhere we recall
Moments he didn’t stand tall.

It is this TB Joshua
and our social death ritual,
to say a passing man was great
Or to remember with hate.

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Oludotun Saseyi

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