Songs of Death

Was gathered at the funeral’s feet
To sing songs of late night to a friend
Who left our heart quiet yet
In the middle of his years

There death sings sweet song
To my ears
I thought I was mad
I thought I was stupid
I looked around to see
Heads move to its steps
But then, all stood with heads lifted

The songs was so sweet
It’ll kill a crawling insect
It was so funny
It’ll mute an audience
It was so touchy
It’ll bring unending tears

Death sang a sweet song to my ears
A song I would never forget
At the funeral’s feet




About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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5 Responses to Songs of Death

  1. Akriti says:



  2. Beautiful poem – I’m sorry it was written with such a sad circumstance.


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