A Poor Body's Wish Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The world knocks your door
The roses haven't felt you
The stars haven't had your gaze
The sea haven't tasted you
And even- earth you daily till
That earth knows not your gait
The trees haven't heard your joy
And neath- the sun you daily till
That sun, it warmth, its loveliness
-Knows not the taste of your temple

Know, know- the world won't always look your way
Know, know- the world won't always come for you
Know, know- they search too for their own lights
And the sun not caring you rise-
And the earth not fond- your gait
The breeze content- lacking your caress
They search for those who loved them
Searching too, lost in the pure darkness
Know, know- the warm sun rise and set upon some graves
Know, know- That some seeds desire to spur resting on
Know, know-That the wind caresses their final resting place

So beloved- when -your light dims and near death
On sailing, depart here, sail on as your light dims and die
Do use that body; do use that ship one time
-Be on the side of the storm, in the hollow of the tempest
Be in the gapes of the sharks, bewildered and scared
Be- where your sunken soul - may see your light
To feel, to exhale, to drown in it, be-for your sunken soul
Let it feel, let it exhale- let it drown in it, be for me
Perish there- beloved, where no one knows
Perish there, where there are no -remembrances
Perish there, along with ship that shall hold your memory, odor
Perish there
And let the sea be your earth
And let the sea be your grave
Perish there, beyond the tides
Beneath all, in the depth of the earth
To acquaint the ambience there