Ode To Victor Hugo (72) ‘the Miserable' that Solemn Moment Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

By Freeyad Ibrahim

Even now, with his end so near,
He retained the appearance of health:
In the clarity of his gaze,
The firmness of his voice,
And the vigorous movement of his shoulders.
There was something that defied death.
Azrael, the angel of muhammadan sepulchre,
Would have turned back,
Thinking he had come to the wrong door!
Or that he had made the wrong choice
G-seemed to be dying because he wished to die
There was a sense of liberation in his agony.
He had heaved occasionally a warm sigh
Only his legs were motionless;
the atmosphere was one of calmness
His feet were dead but his head was still fully alive,
determined he was energetic enough to strive
In that solemn moment,
Death seemed to be too slow
he was like the king in the eastern Fable;
Flesh above and Marble below.

Freyad Hugo
Writer, author
Netherlands
July,2022