The lesser-stars will converge in a huge circle and dance a most sprite-ly dance, their unparallelled flexibility causing sparks and shine to fly about in wild abandon...
The waters will rise from their stony beds and reign, torrential-ly, over people, animals and houses, like the spittle of a trotro driver,
at the crack of dawn on Friday-mourning...
The wind will scream in key G and the grass will strum a dirge...
When I die...
Men and women will rejoice with hollow hymns and rusty cymbals of ode and bottles of this and that and malt...
Other men will lament at never having banged-it-up against a wall, never having to worry about hearts, love and attachments-unwanted-unsolicited, as they walk with satiated pelvic regions...
Other women might follow the suit of the other men, but many of the other women will reminisce about high heels, long hair, soft hair, makeup and too-known-ness...
Children with snotty noses will blow a booger or two into mummy's handkerchief and infants will suck and suck and suck nipples dry, until they collapse into drunken sleep; then other children and infants will cry for an aunty...
When I die...
The ringing in my ears will become deafening;
The burning in my eyes will sting and attempt to wrench these balls out of their homely sockets;
The tingling on my skin will escalate into a torturous peeling of my skin;
The itching of my tongue will weaken it, so that it so much as touches my teeth and then in an instant, hangs only by a single mucous-y, saliva-ful fibre;
The blockage in my nose will intensify till air becomes but an army of irritating, painful, prickly thorns...
Then I breathe no more...
And when I breathe no more, when I die, I will be remembered a little, forgotten a lot, then remembered a little, once again; until it's time for life to trudge on.
But God and Mother Nature will mourn a child of Friday, a woman of faith:
When I die... When I breathe no more...
1 comment:
Stunning piece of art blending nature and culture. long, but keeps getting interesting from line to line. Good job .I love it.
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