POEM: THE GHOST OF MY FATHER’S FRIEND BY KALU AMAH
we lived in a house that belonged to a dead man —
my father’s good friend — who died a virgin.
at his death bed, he asked we moved in to his house.
his sepulchre stood not far from the garden
we lived in a house that belonged to a dead man —
my father’s good friend — who died a virgin.
at his death bed, he asked we moved in to his house.
his sepulchre stood not far from the garden