All my good luck charms
5 March 2016
Time to go
Three words, how they scare
My life hangs
On a cliff
The needle pokes my midriff
Today we pause death
Tomorrow
We’ll play again games
Where I smile
Unabashed
While you probe my tired body
And I guess your names
The solace
It is meaningless
I plucked brows
And waxed legs
Preparing for mock outing
Death’s antechamber
I learnt once
How to multiply
Obsessing
Over it
I made it a daily play
While the skin they flay
Now listen
The humming bird speaks
Chants their hymns
Plays drums’ beat
They did not admit defeat
Brave our ancestors
Wincing head
Particles dissolve
Grey matter
It oozes
The worlds and lights confuses
I know not to where
Flailing arms
They gather slowly
Once more saved
They worked well
I count and store secret spell
All my good luck charms
Reading of the poem:
Leeloo’s tune – Maksim Mrvica
Still water – Maksim Mrvica
Exodus – Maksim Mrvica
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