The Day I Die Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

The day I die which I see must come
Do not hush the news of my demise
Do not wonder whispering if it happened
Take as it is, inevitable, I have gone, capped
Do not go mumbling prayers directing where you want my soul
Willing I be on angel's feathers being ferried to heaven not hell
With due respect, none of your business but mine to where I prefer

I cannot for the life of me not wonder why death is dreaded
Why people wonder why it comes visiting when and where
When it be told without the ostrich tendered emotion
You as I, know what must be, must come, what may

Face fact;
That age is progressive regress to six feet pit
Can't run from;
What hours spent here are but borrowed times

So, all these being factual like hunger needing nourishment
As birth to death come as inevitable course like running rivers
So death is as removing dead woods to unclog needful space

Therefore, though dearest love ones we would greatly miss
Why don't then our thought be of joy laughing at what time spent
Of the kindness, tenderness, sweetness, season of lesson learnt
Off their progressive path through time of birth, death ended

Why?
                     Why this hush hush?
Why this morn and mourn
                     Why the unending cloaking?
Why not the bold announcement of wish:
                     That our dead finds restful end; peace?
That the dead's off-springs, partner and others at buttocks
                     Find favour and not misery?
Find spiritual fortitude
                     And not solitude?
To bear
                     The loss?
I urge you make the last; of good reminiscence  my lot, my epitaph
No hush, never moan or mourn at what loss, neither come wheezy nor weepy or, whatever