Power Of Immortality Poem by ChiMark Sunlight Ndubuisih

He died crowning many eyes with tears
He died rubbing all faces with vinegar
When he sneaked in his mother's hands
He left his mum carrying him like heavy stone
Though he died but pompous fume of joy unseen
There he trod in gentle train of peace in ghost guise
So they clustered in snubbing deeply inside in song
Dirge and dirge for one left in pieces to peace!
And he died to remind nature her tremendous trend
He is dead to the sight and a master-minder of the living
Though he died the death of an earthly being
He descend deep in that dug anaerobic grave breathlessly
Join me watch through the night and see him work-about.