Phantom Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

As I near the crossroads
These fools following
Had a nice time at the pub
These thugs want my 50 pound watch
50 pound so I think
It's the only valuable I have
He reached for his machete
Twice im stabbed as he removes my grandpa's souvenir
I can see my insides as I hold them in my hands
So this is what real intestines look like
Im not disgusted, they are my own
Realizing that my last moment is upon me
I melt my soul at the crossroad
So this is what death feels like
Making sure there will never be peace as night falls
Slain like a sacrificial offering
The Old Testament way
Chopped like an onion
Stewed into someone's gravy
Grave