When A Man Dies... Poem by Pat Ashinze

When a man dies,
He knows no more, He wants no more
He hates no more, he loves no more

When a man dies,
His friends, true and untrue, weep aloud;
So loud and clear that he doesn't hear

When a man dies,
Evil no longer threatens his existence
For Sorrow and Pain are for the living

When a man dies,
All his deeds, good and malevolent
Speak for him, long after his demise

When a man dies,
His adversaries rejoice and gloat wryly
Over his unreturning loss and mischief

When a man dies,
He sees the true face of God The Maker,
A fiery face, so unfit for the living to see

When a man dies,
The Sun never stops rising from the East
Nor does the azure sky go bereft of Stars

When a man dies,
Well-known or Unknown, Rich or Otherwise
The Earth rejects none; All, she swallows

When a man dies,
He goes down into the embrace of The Grave
An abode, where everyone is fluent in Silence…


Pat Ashinze