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HOW PEOPLE DIE | For Soulilieon O. Noel

HOW PEOPLE DIE.


For Soulilieon O. Noel



And you, we just laughed yesterday
and today, you are going down....

Don't wear a gathering of ash,
you don't become a ghost like that.
mama told me people die when
they don't want to yet they love dying.
they walk themselves into a strange
street like a burning ocean fire —
the space is ill so it's easy
to give up. they're not tired, life
became sour when it feels it's time.
you know time runs, a running time
is like a good shadow walking
you to the full moon, till time runs
out of the breezes of your breath.

People die by shutting their eyes
to darkness— darkness hides in it:
it is solace, solitude 'n' pain.
people die while smiling, while crying;
that is why organic skulls grin.
people die...how do people die?
people die because people die —
because there is no special death,
because there is no special life.
people die because people die.

And you, we just laughed yesterday
and today, you are going down
and you said it's okay. ...you're going down
like a rush o' running mountain rain
to a planted flowered valley —
your body. your graveyard. 'n' flowers.
but i keep asking myself, how
do people die? but your death told
me, "just like that." friend, just like that.

"words from the innocent mind"

Akinwale Peace AkindayoPhilip Peace

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