Suicide Note

SUICIDE NOTE If you need to learn the alphabet of war Start from 'A' man who bit his own tongue He will let you know how pain becomes small pox That writes sore poems all over the body. Leave a sad man to a piano And he will find the right keys To his type of music. Another ship has capsized in my body My eyes are yet to find fins And I am not streamline But I would love to see if there are survivors There won't be, for water is not different from fire As night is not different from day, to a blind man. To run from my memories I will have to die, and leave them In the heart of another victim But my mother's soul is an old nest Waiting for my bird to return from the land- of burning trees. The last time I visited the cemetery I built three cities: - The first was Paris - The second was Cairo - The third was Lagos But I only left with a stick of cigarette, a firelighter- and soft fumes of burning weed. So I am dying tomorrow To a land where a stranger can come And build my unfulfilled dreams For of what use are these dreams? If they cannot be stolen, but I can be killed. If you see my mother looking outside the window Tell her the empires I promised her are waiting In a foreign land, nearby.