They Will Carry Me

One day
They’ll take me away,
Away,
On a rainy Saturday.

They’ll carry me away
Upon their shoulders in a small brown box;
Never been a heavy man anyway,
So they’ll carry with ease that day.

I will be neatly dressed
Litres of perfume upon my ironed face,
Eyes closed and unaware of the procession
I will be led away.

Lowered into a pit,
Tiled and clean, I hope it will be;
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes
Into oblivion, carried away.

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Joel Ntwatwa passed on the Feb  10 2018 at age 33 from complications of Sickle Cell Anaemia. Read his obituary here.