At the graveyard

By Wisdom Dede Kamkondo

up the sky crept the clouds,
challenging the sun to a single combat.
and the rains waited 

for the signal to move in. 
then as the casket in which lay my Sis was 
lowered into the gaping hole,

rains came, the sky darkened,
the owls flew away. 

My poor Sis,

no more pizza for you....

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