From The Companions Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The rain softens the earth
The flowers blossoms for his passing
The breeze clears his coming resting place
And night this he gave his first love

The rhythm of tears need not rehearsed
The fetch of grief stirs by the chest
Acquaintance a fetus sinks her deeper
And night this the nightmare tarries

A portrait of nuptial carries the news
The color of coal is worn
The console-rs reassure her fears
And night this- to follow on- considered

She woke now to her former
Like the tears in her a sudden froze
She pocketed in her robe of woe- a secret
As came the box that houses her heart

The earth opens its mouth to swallow
The rope brings him deep in its throat
The priest raises the sand of submission
And here she, a beloved fell- a warm dead