Ways Of Dying

Poem By Dellas Chitekwe

We have nothing against death
What we're against is dying
An agonizing death,
Like the dogs run over
By Malawi bound haulage trucks
Along the Harare - Nyamapanda highway
Or the pathetic death
Of a fish out of water.

We have nothing against death
Just that we do not want to die
A gruesome slaughterhouse death
Or an unceremonious death,
Like the sudden, premature death
Of a male praying mantis
Becoming prey to its female sex partner
In the midst of the sex dance.

If we should die
Let it not be a disgraceful death,
Like the filthy quiet death of a whore
Let it be an honourable death,
Like that of soldiers at war.

Comments about Ways Of Dying

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