Passing Of A Poet Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

You'll know it is over,
When ceramic pot cracks,
And the ink pot falls,
Wind will blow the paper...

When the music is over,
You'll listen to the echo,
A silent humming of a psycho,
Wind will still blow the paper.

Poet will take his own cue,
Diffusing into air ultimately,
Poet will never wither definitely,
Just like his Mentor Edgar Poe...

Final notes will be quick and brief,
For a Poet there's no greater grief,
It is either buzz of bees,
Or purely jazz of peace...

And then, Poet will pass... On...