Many stars have stories
a few suns stay through stormy days.
The endless tales of flowers cut at their prime
some to funerals went
others adorn long aisles.
The plenty bouquets that adorn a bride’s day
are the same that adorn a corpse’s last call.
I lost one, but I was not there for the goodbyes.
Let’s strike a pose at the edge of this window
see many frail spirits hiding under healthy skins
every man with his own plague as in the days of good old Moses.
The Pharaohs of our days are not so adamant but yet,
the plagues afflict us.
Now, even growth has become a death-bearer,
as cells now multiply excessively.
Name the new plagues through which families divide.
That father thought he would see the next day
That mother kept jewellries for her daughters
That son wished he had more days to love his mother
That daughter wished she would stay to find a man like her father
But then here we are
With a bucket to each man
to hold the tears we shed for our beloved;
those ones who have fallen to the plague
The plague of our new days
Memories of the milk we shared and those we spilled
The endless fallout and make ups
There lies my friend,
She fell by the plague too
Her last words came as lightning and thunder
My world could not contain the tsunami my eyes brought
Her body did no more shine
Her dimples did no more breathe
And my other friend, the one that calls me by my father’s name
Cold and dry, his body bore holes and threads
One by one, we depart on sorrowful journeys
When they ask me to name the cause
Do I say man or God?
As loved ones bow out
Leaving our heavy hearts shattered
We seek answers
But all we get is “the Lord giveth, and He alone taketh”
Then we watch their bodies from a distance
As strangers lift and toss them about on hefty shoulders
That body you saw a day before, happy though not contented
Now is the lowered 6 feet below surface level on a rainy day
To reign with worms, cockroaches, and insects
Maybe one day we will meet again
Maybe we won’t
The memories never fade
With every picture and every mark they left behind
Our hearts break as we remember the days and times we shared
Death cheated us; we were not ready to lose them
But they were ready to lose us.
To every heart that aches
To every eye that won’t stop shedding tears
To every spirit that has become broken,
I can only wish they stayed a little longer.
They are all early harvests of a Farmer who is far away
In a world of GOld and GLOry.