My Brother Is Gone Poem by david odiase

MY BROTHER IS GONE.

My brother is Gone
his footprints lays youthful ashore
the sepia sundown
shall see him rise no more
my brother gone.

and as for mum
she sits before our kitchen coals
cooks tears in pots
steams sucide her weaning soul
no passing ferry 'll ever bring him home again

the tumbling vase
the hissing rafia brooms i swept
nay did complete
hugged my cold brown kness and wept
the bamboo gates shall never let him in again

thy sons unborn
tarries thy wife nay journeys on
a stranger's bed
harvests her supple dowry corns
the rolling deep 'll never hurl him up again

our buried songs
echoes soft the corridors take
stark fallow grass
sprouts upon our father fake
ember mists 'll never throw him down again

my bare feet wears
the leather wheels may never leap
jeep steers phatomed
drives me yesterdays i'll keep
the wailing gongs 'll never wake him up again.

The cliffs art part
moon is going down to hell
my yalling loaf
another tribute 'll fare me well
My brother is gone to be an angel abroad