BY JEFFREY MANE FEBI
This poem curses the Dash 8 aircraft that crashed in Madang, and the death/graves. It then celebrates life and treasured memories that will live in the hearts of loved ones. Death/graves can never take away precious memories, which are a victory over death/graves – jmf
That eagle in the heaven,
Whose two eyes are crimson;
Sent fathers over boulders!
And children’s mothers,
Into ways have parted; without
Meeting and greeting.
Ye plots of Earth;
Realm of maggots;
Thy scents are a stench!
In days unborn, use your arms;
Open again your doors. I dare!
O ye idle! Like an idolWeeds must your doors trample!
Earthworms must their gardens be!
Ye’ll be fields that are sealed.
That neither breaths of storm,
Nor wrinkles of love, in their
Vacant rests, will distress.
Thy beds of slumber,
Where darkness is imprisoned;
They lay not; lifeless in silence
O Rest! In our hearts,
Where an eagle dare not fly;
There’ll be butterflies with lullabies
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