by Kofi Edufo (Age 7)
The dead dog snores,
making noise in the world
full of mounds.
I can name two
mounds
belonging to my late friends,
a cat
and a fowl,
whom I feed the sun on the face
I tell a guest at the party,
where little else is eaten.
A man’s world he tells me
with a wink, this entire town
today is the kind of memorial day,
collecting shells, deep
and long from the eyes,
home is closer to sunset,
everybody looks at the foot coming back.
Courtesy: Rattle Magazine
