I Can See Poem by Michael .k. Ruffy

I can see as I peep throug the sky.
Down to the people gathered.
All in the name of paying last respects.
To the life briefly lived.
To the body of the long gone.


I can hear my dear mother crying.
Shouting as she is held tightly.
Shouting and cursing the person who did this to her.
Attempting to throw her whole self.
Into the six by six meant for me.


I can see the love of my life.
Wailing her tears down the cheeks.
Her soft brown cheeks.
Which has now turned red.
All because of mourning.
For she loved one so much.


I can see many friends.
Other people I have never seen before.
Solemnly surrounding the wooden box.
Waiting to throw me deep down.
Cover me up with lumps of soil.
Leaving me for the ants.


I can see my enemies too.
They too wear sullen faces.
For the sake of culture.
Because they cant be happy.
While others are mourning.
But the have to see me off.


I peeping in the sky, see all these.
I try to comfort but no one listens.
Everybody is engaged in their wailing.
For they are weeping for themselves.
For I am happy, happy indeed....
Missing all the cruelties of the world.
For the round thing I am.
Happy where I am.