My Final Masterpiece
When I die, don't let me lie
in some godforsaken hole
dotted round with frosted stones;
arrange for me an alibi –
through the purifying fire
let love guide my spirit home.
Then stir my ash in coloured paint,
remembering how I loved the stains
colouring my hands and knees.
Then load me in a cannon, please –
prime a canvas, four by six
and fire the paint-and-ashes mix.
So may my final masterpiece
portray my ultimate release,
not to be misunderstood –
my heart's creation will be good.
Copyright © siyabonga nobangela | Year Posted 2018
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