Never Mourn At My Funeral
Never mourn at my
funeral
Because i'm not dead
but sleeping
And relaxing on
Abraham's bossom
Never mourn at my
funeral
You that come in
view
to mourning
But within you,
you're
here to mock
Because my poetry
has
once expose your
secret-deeds
Throw my body
where
you please
Or let it be
dismembered
Never mourn at my
funeral
You the insect that
bites my daffodils
And you who want
my
fish to swim on a
dry
earth
Throw me on a
stormy
sea
Where Jonah fell
But its a glorious
shame
I can never sight the
river bank of Joppa
Never mourn at my
funeral
You that come in my
maker's name
Just to bless my end
Go thy way and
search
for lust souls
Wear them a
garment
pure as snow
Before they lie low
with
me
And journey hell
eternal
Never mourn at my
funeral
But mourn for we're
debtors of death
Adesitimi Taiwo
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