My Return To Clay... Poem by Meshack Sewe

Ooh…what will be the signs…..before my time knocks?
Will my caller yawn loudly ….as giant city clocks?
Will signals be hidden…as a king’s torn socks?
Will I crack in pieces…as cursed building blocks?
Will I snap and drop…as fake Chinese Locks?
Will it come with a quake….leaving behind shocks?
Or will it be blood-stained….as a butcher's mattocks?

Ooh…how could I know… it would be this day?
When an endless heartbeat... would fly away
In this windowless box... I would alone lay
Witnessing tears …and prayers they say
My eyes all starving….smelling no ray
My mirror, a glass-shutter….for their respect to pay
Their emotions burning….souls wishing I stay

Ooh….how sudden…their bonds now stronger!
Wasn’t I cheerful to a few...to others, filled with anger?
Wasn’t I a friend to a few….to others, a nameless stranger
Wasn’t I harmless to a few...to others, a living danger?
Wasn’t I dignified by a few…to others, a homeless ranger?
Now drained of my waters-I’m a broken manger!
My tunes all muffled…it’s time for an arranger!

Ooh…is that a shutting sound…..driving away any gleam?
Isn’t that a lifting feeling….of being carried by a team?
Are those final prayers…as tears flow like a stream?
Now red earth my bed…divorced from sun beam?
Are those storms of soil…..forcing loved ones to scream?
Ooh… My final journey….that never crossed my dream!
I’ve returned to clay….leaving world‘s dark cream!

Ooh…will I my grave be visited... online in facebook?
How fast will they burry… my poems and look?
Will one ever ponder …what path my life took?
Will my memories be complex …for loved ones to unhook?
Will they set on fire…my love letters and notebook?
Will all my family my on...with passion of a cook?
I’ve returned to clay…..no longer swimming like a snook!

Now gone….let go…no more time to grieve!
Now gone….keep living…there are more to achieve!
Now gone…you witnessed….it’s time you believe!
Now gone…rejoice…it may be your reprieve!
Now gone…wake up…you’ve lots to conceive!
Now gone…tread well….not gain to deceive!
I’ve returned to clay….God’s judgment I’ll receive!

© 2010 Meshack Sewe
(Dedicated to my aunt who passed on just before I could complete the poem…)