Flourish Joshua – DEATH EPISTLES TO ALERO
These are my death epistles;
As I had died long before
I wrote you these letters —
Death call unto death.
I started dying the day you left
And I died the day you
Allowed disappointments
To kill these appointments.
Dialing your lines
Were vain efforts:
Your GLO line refused to glow
And your MTN line became
The empty hen that couldn’t lay.
ALERO, I’m dead already.
I died since all my letters
Brought no reply from you.
I shall only be observing
The practical session
Of the death I’d died long ago.
ALERO, I write to you with
A chilled bottle of Sniper
And a freshly baked
Piece of bullet beside
The weighty pistol on my table.
This would be the 7th
Letter I’d be writing you
That still wouldn’t bring back a reply.
Your plan of returning
To getting marriage to me
And becoming the latest couple in town
Shall only exist in your Memory.
ALERO, these are my letters.
Death calls; I must answer.
Flourish Joshua
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