Days: John Okigbo

John Okigbo

When he was down he sank so deep
into his bed he could not get up
from its soft depths
no handhold in the hours no step
in the stairwell of his breathing no
Pierre to drag him up
by the neck
with the hempen rope of his voice.

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Anonymous said…
Such grief! Painful!

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