Treasure Island

Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

(16 January 1968 / Umuahia, Nigeria)

Grave


Grisly.
Quiet.
Dumb.

Good image, symmetrical with Tuscan tradition.
A point, magnetism; revered, upon its dull-glint;
threshed of every fibre – only tarsals
exist in singles like abandoned works of espoused painters.

Grave:
Silent.
Cautious.
Gentle.

Owners – silent pipers,
modest counselors and discreet savants.

Nostalgia.
Their indulgence crave I,
who drum for them somber rhythms for
their rodomontade.

Submitted: Friday, January 24, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 24, 2014
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