Death

a poem by Feroze Varun Gandhi

Die I must
But not alone
For the moon will
Steal me into her marble eyes
And through her umbilical cord
I will learn things that made me forget
The truth that I carried on myself
That strained my back
And I never touched
For it felt like electricity tearing open
The earth
And I never felt
For feeling is like a bad spirit
And I never thought
For thought is like a candle
Embedded in my flesh
And I could only speak
And speak I did
But sorrow is like a forest fire
Atop this island
And the smell of white roses is so much sweeter
Death is a hummingbird I keep in my cage
Pitiful
It’s time for me to ride into tomorrow
For die I must