My space, Your space…

Once bubbly and feisty,

Now peaceful among the roots

Nature’s warm bosom,

Earth’s bed space occupied

 

A lesson lost on other tenants

busy amassing, ruthless, heartless

Pointing their morbid sticks

swaying to macabre Chants,

Unsatisfied, relentless

 

In a breadth, each to his space

Just enough for the bearers,

Stretching out for help

Afraid to stand a minute longer,

Where raining mud soon fill

©Amaka Paul 2017

Photography:Kyle Young