THE LAUREATE LINES

AND WHEN WE BE GONE !!!

Panic stricken wheezing hearts,

Covid if don’t take us now

Other things surely must take us one and other

Till lives irredeemable course

Rests it last from all delights.

Whence man a day be gone

And bequeath earth treasures lie

As he did once breathe it on mud

Why then not let death take its ton?

And smear all men gone a time.

Let the thought of going twice be,

If life is a time affair

That withers your like or not

Then why not go now the chance bare

And thinker it less eternity ever again.

Or do earth sybaritic wane your quest

It can’t hold you all long a day

It did let your off hook when you think less

And your sycophant premonitions lie waste

Your honor gone and magg’ts squam you.

If death take us all; the debt paid

What carcass by earths laws abide

Or cadaver breathe panic while feasted,

Then death’s rapture paid

And if God be, death dies and him glory.

Let your reign of terror height Everest

Sorrow wracked we mourn our days

A living hell in the tide of Christmas

That birth plagues on our heads

With Dube’s Prisoner our sole guard.

Hounds to hide in all ages

Prodigious technology and modern science

If you cure earths virus ‘morrow

And put no end to death

You have failed us.

Plunge all roots beyond

Scavenge earths finest brains

Wreck deaths wagon in oblivion

And unload its burden on us again

Your labor is a wild goose chase.

Hence lives debtors our humid lives

Give it sure and be free

Or do you care for some coffee

Take it to your grave

And listen gently to your dirge.

These words bemoan my thinking

Though I fear no deaths peril

And know if Great Lincoln did I would

Though quarantined cleave,

a prisoner to my soul.

If we live this hour and another

and the ferocious die of nature’s accordance

and man uncoils from his hole

Every now and then lives inimical still lingers

Cause death must ensue.

By the sword; honorable Caesar

And on road; cursed nature

If health wanes; natural submission

And of the barrel; outrageous vagabonds

Same death, same name.

But when all lockdowns be open gates

Casinos and night clubs swim drunk threats

Priests on holy pulpits preach holiness again

And lecture halls bloom with elegance

Don’t think deaths tolls won yet.

Let death toast us to its tiredness

Were we shall drink full to anxiety

And mourn all evening of its taunts

That pinch us to dismay

For its thirst is insatiable.