Rest Poem by Leonard Akwo

What folly to gnash your teeth in vain
when my soul in perfect peace is lain
and my spirit transcends a plane beyond
where the piercing sun is gray and blond


Dry your eyes, save your powder
it isn't worth the rigour brother
dust only returned to dust
and the soul to its maker, not lost



if one wonders i ain't gray
wishing a little longer i should have stayed
then in reply, you shall say too:
the sun sets only when due



if passerbyes pester to know about me
in my monument you shall let them see:
here lays the carcass of a fallen hero
who of a broken heart rolled the billow