DYING MOON

Moon! Moon! Moon! 
Where are you, old moon? 
Come let me make you swoon 
I really, really want to make you swoon 
So that you can die soon 

Moon! Moon! distant moon 
You have to be my baboon 
Just thrice, no, only twice every month, be my baboon 
Not just once, because I am not a business tycoon 
Your death must be my cocoon 

Moon! Oh dear Moon! 
How can you be this cruel? 
I am in a severe typhoon 
In the South Pacific on a very hot afternoon 
And only your death will make me sing happy tunes 

This may make you irritated 
Your death to me is highly anticipated 
Because only that death can get me liberated 
So be like the biblical Jesus and get me emancipated 
For waiting that long time, gets me frustrated 

Old Moon, don’t let me come there 
I’ve tried everything to be fair 
How can you not meet me square 
Do you now want me to swear? 
I guess, it’s no use, because you know I’m talking to thin air. 
      Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2013.