By The Will In Chill Poem by Melikhaya Zagagana

When my cob sheds old ashes;
when i'm simplified to molecules.
when my eyes had pleasured all nature's beauty-
probably would have bruised from the highest cliff-
in search of nectar and would have been done dealled.

I want my dead body besitted beneath earth;
my bones be hidden away from bad mannered dogs.
father and i are perfect strangers, want away.
Put me among women where my mother lay, there i shall be peace.
I will die in fallible flesh and soul be solo;
let there be life after death ripped my flesh to tears.
let there be joy and non jealousy to ownership of things.

You are not forgotten if not mentioned;
i have not cast you away in pestilence.
I trust your nobility to do without pity of dividends;
My soul will be soaring above eagle's head, to avoid bribery-
the scent of earth, it's impure waters, and polluted manners.
I want non and non to do with all;
things of flesh run old and hate to say but rot.

This should not worry you if acquainted to me; -
i am not in cower of flesh that winds to rot disregarding-
royal lotions and strong spices.
I have time for better things, and that is to rid off flesh-
to ease my soul; a men or a woman should appear and show my-
will to you. By that will these lines will be found in chill.