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SO THIS IS HOW IT ENDS This is how it all ends An almost futile struggle to crane a fast stiffening neck Mottling frail pale feet peeking out of lavish lavender sheets And what appears to be a frightening spectre of purple-black toenails Winking at me deliriously So this is how it all ends A now concave chest violently heaving in a bout of Gagool like cackles Rattling as air battles its way through a treacherous trachea The unrestrained fluids halt the advancing life, as if fencing with death For I who had taken gulping for granted Can no longer swallow spittle The recalcitrant swirling fluids regurgitated as rebellious foam Dripping down my nose, cascading through my slack gaping mouth So this is where it all ends For I hear my hollow death-rattle echo through these hallow walls Implosively vacuuming breath Cheyne-Stokes whose seismic ripples sear through eavesdropping chambers Swiftly separating my spirit from a world I once straddled Languidly chaperoning my soul towards those I strangled So this is where it all ends For in this lowering through the clouds I hear a mocking voice whisper in my ear ‘You save yourself, are you not the ‘Action-Man’, father of the nation, saviour of the clan Supreme combatant, conquering lion of the tribe?’ This is how it all ends For I who cannot die is dying Today there are no praise singers here Just foes waiting for me to breathe my last For the friends have long left Their betraying footsteps echoing down the long lonely hallway Slowly fading into the night in a rush towards the dawn of the next King The tip-tap of their waning footfalls willing the Mortis Brothers: Livor and Rigor To stiffly settle me swiftly into the awaiting quarters This is how it all ends For even the crazy lopsided mirror piedmont my bed Mocks me with its reflected transposed coat-of-arms above my head The right now left and what is left of the left right So this is how it finally ends For the freedom that health brings is gone And now I am shackled to my many dying dreams Murdered nightmares The burnt-out ashes of a legacy that I refused to leave Jekwu Ozoemene©2012
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 10:43:00 +0000

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