DINING WITH THE DEAD. A Poem by Eddie Awusi
This is where i have come to dine. Postmortem hanging on the menu. A plenipotentiary of the services of worms. Hot chitter chatter Of stern looking trolls, pervade the enclave. They belched after a meal of death. Yawned and belched again, a fever in Yiddish. Gazed at me, a clandestine intrude