Black Wreath (A Tribute To Mr. E.K. Dadzie) Poem by Quame Boatmann

Death, why art thou cruel?
Thou hast no mercy
Nor compassion
Thou sparian no one
Not even the good heart

We recall with much pain in our hearts
The good deeds of E.K. Dadzie
His humming that echoes from his office
A dramatic announcement of his presence
Tenderness and humility, his core values

Your staff gathered in your absence
We were planning you hampers and a banquet
Just to send you off on retirement
Yet the monstrous beast,
Was chairing the meeting, Invisible

Now we plan you casket and black wreaths
And a burial to bid you rest in peace
For you left to see your family
Only for us to see your dead body
Oh death, why art thou so cruel! !

There's a woman in Cape Coast Library
Weeping every day,
When it's time for your lunch
This is how she's faring
She's dying to let go of you

Yet life cannot snatch you back to us,
From the cruel grip of this monstrous beast
Mr. Dadzie, we bid you farewell
With our hearts heavy with sorrows
May you find peace,
In the bosom of your maker,
Rest In Perfect Peace! ! !