Olalekan Hussein
What I Mean When I Say Grief Is Also a Cloth │ Olalekan Hussein │ Poetry
When death gave my father a bitter smile in the middle of the night;this death choked his breath and kissed his headlike a thief recites some verses before scaling a fence. He willed to me his old damaskhung at the back of his mother’s door. I gamboled & became a dog with two tails cavorting…