I, who will die
And entombed under a stone
Amid of sands I'll lie
I'll be too conscious to groan.
Mortal me, mortal me!
.
I, who will be forgotten
After some weeks of my demise
While all pride in me is rotten
I'll be unaware, to be precise.
Mortal me, mortal me!
.
I, who will be devoured,
My stomach, lungs and retina
By some maggots underworld
I'll be the breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Mortal me, mortal me!
Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mortal-me-what-the-body-says-to-the-soul/
