The Dead March in Saul-an Ode to Mrs Patience Akpalu

The living trudge in DavidUp and down grey corridorsWrapped in rich effluent labours of loveEffusive unobtrusive adaptiveA lone star sweeps shoots languidlySorrow and silence have long accompanied youTheir scent is never lost on you“Mawunyega” Akpalu, the sick confer in Talitha Cummin