Stephen Hercules Shaw
Much loved, much missed
Born the same year as you.
I rest on the bench
your mother bought
your brother bought,
your friends bought
to remember
and let imagine.
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Dear Crumb, Poetry by Oyin Oludipe and Habib Akewusola
Dear crumb, dear lone
Seed of the tattered streets,
Your shadows faint with grief
Not the procession of suns
Dear crumb, dear harvester
Of dust, strange human reins
Expunge your path…
Will human sweat suffice?
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