His Last Words Poem by Mosi Mustapha Gomina
His Last Words
Should it please the gods of my fore-fathers
That I be hung for being true to my words,
Then I die in pain as memories clatter
Even though they seem too frail for these cords.
Vultures, ravens and the host of the sky,
Ye that knew my sword-strained ramble through Earth,
I bid you feast on my flesh when I die
Lest I be hauled beneath decay's rough hearth.
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