OKONKWO's THIRD ARM

Standing at akimbo
Inclined upon the spirogyrART wall; that relaxed bragging
The hands which wielded you,
danced too soon

Dust mantles upon you
A cloak of glorious grandeur
like the adornment
of royalty; befitting,perhaps,

Tales from the bard,
bears in its vocal presence
your swift prowess
in the cling clang debate

These rusty dentitions have witnessed
moments of disembowelment,
tasted life's flowing redness in careless sips,
divorced agile femurs,
and paused forever, lively breaths

What more can be said?
I sit and stare
In awe and fear
Oh *panga rest on inclined bragging.

*matchete