Not yet (Girmay)
I am not ready to die yet.
I want to live longer knowing that wind
still moves a dead bird's feathers.
Wind doesn't move over & say That thing
can't fly. Don't go there. It's dead.
No, it just blows & blows lifting
what it can. I am not ready
to die yet. No.
Aracelis Girmay, from "I Am Not Ready To Die Yet"
Labels: poetry