Love Martyr Poem by David N. Munene

Death has began to live
And life is no longer alive
For love has become death
And death my love

For what is life,
When the love of my life,
Stabs me with fangs of death,
Insisting that I begin a life
Devoid of her love?

Let, then, the mourner be
On the laps of any Phoebe
For a funeral that will never be
As death has come into being
Mourning shall morning bring

I am now a martyr
For love I will be dying
Of love I will for
As I, my dying, story

Read this loud when I am long gone
Pinch this corpse of love
Cremate it without glove,
So you can feel how love,
Makes martyrs who love love,
Unlovable, laughable.