If You Die Before Me

create a golden route for a poet like me, let the embodiment of song carved itself in the palms of the world beyond till lyrics of faith light to ease the thought of my mind. If you die before me, tell papa not to cry. the shrine he left in my hand is still well planted in the imaginations of his generations. tell Fela &Giwa that Nigeria is no better, tell Chinua Achebe that the water in our throat cries of dry ground they stepped on. we may not be a better cinematographer capturing the deeds of this land but your still photos can crop some timelines to go with you till I come along to join your trail. if you die before me, send a word across. let me know the existence of heaven & hell if Shakespeare & Okigbo & Buchi are there so I can change course to path my emotion, the artistic photography of the tales of hell are the codeine conscience of anxiety in us. we die before the masquerade halt in the air. Husky tears would I drop on your grave to be taken to Mandela & Luther King. there are roses I will take from the clay pot Of my father to your graveyard to give to Ify my hearted lover in the morning of miracles. if you die before me, this tattered call would I make to our ancestors for a perfect survival. this land is a disco dance hall you must tell Yar'du of Fate & tears crossing our eyes in a patterned way to be christened life's joy. this land is a feminist like Chimamanda A.N, this country is a pun star you must tell Ken. tell my cousin Ezekiel to wait for me longer, I am coming. to join him in benedicted rein of our country. If you die before me, I'll be on your graveyard for a life time cracking up the foundation of the world to find death. I will ask him if the other phase is better than here before coming. suffering is not meant to be dreamed twice, Two week-ed weaknesses are the wink wires connecting our lives in a radioed embryo . this is my recap a captured scene Let's bake life and dreams till death call us all to himself then the world becomes empty love finds love mingling in hands... die before me & be my eyes beyond. ©John Chizoba Vincent From_A_Pen_Refusing_frustration.