THE DEATH OF DEATH

When I hear the death of death
I shall be a worthy ghost
One lower spirits will fail to host
And higher spirits will use to boast
As satisfaction sits like a queen on my coast
Watching pain roast
Like a live coward losing breath

II
When I do hear news of the death of death
I will lose my muddy tan
And get out of the assigned death can
Where the dead death might have me ban
And used my shadow like a fan
Shutting my inner voice with a gun
To lay hold on my breath

III
This breathless rest
And immobile conquest
This cold heated breast
With no mouth to suckle or fight in stress
This dark unknown actor or actress
Who takes in fortress
We crossers will watch with eagle eyes
What shall be of your evil end
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015