Ariel Sharon's Death Poem by john tiong chunghoo

ariel sharon -
the wall he erects between
us and him

ariel Sharon
real peace is six feet underground -
everybody nods
and holds on to it
with every inch of the frame
dark, damp, and cold
where silence reigns and
the mind is stifled
and refuses to work
where the world leaves
in the care of nothing but
the nothingness of ourselves
skeletons that had lifted our days
but now sank them all
only sand and dust to bear witness
there on the discreet white
is the chalked epithet and
memory of the man sealed
kept tight and steadfast
without the need of words
- the good, bad or ugly
they weigh not a gram
but hold heavy on the hearts that still beat
round each and every bone
a wall, a perpetual wall
between the breathing and breathless
let god judge