Unintentional Existence: The Day I Die

The Day I Die
I Wonder,
I Wonder…
The Applauses And Folded Hands
Tears That Must Have Seeded Onto The Sands
Texture Of Woods Underneath The Lands
The Day I Die
I Wonder.

I Wonder
The Attire The Motionless Body Abode
Tabby Bodies In Stripes
Turning Grey All The Way
Tangs From An Organic Being
The Flesh So Protected Decay
I Wonder,
The Number Of Bacterial Satisfied.

The Day I Die
I Wonder,
If The Angels Would Rejoice Or Cry
Top And Bottom, Which Would I Path
Thankful I Would Be,
Though My Flesh Feels Not
I Wonder…
If I would Recur It Is The Common Factor We All Share.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(C) 2012
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