An Elegy Written In Utagba-Uno Church Yard Poem by Michael Denis

No euphemism can console me
‘cos the reality of existence is laid bare;
that every being shall become,
and thus you have come and gone

Clawed by the fangs of the uninvited guest,
your final words energizes me:
Odudu, don’t worry; you have no problem.
Truly my problem is that I have no problem

The glory of heaven can none compare
is your inheritance am assured
‘cos you never left unprepared
By your life it was clear

So soon my dad went so
A life that taught me to glow with courage
In your death a novel perspective I owned
Evergreen in our hearts you shall be