do we ever really die?
as echoes do fade, will our voices?
as waves compromise, will our smile?
as mother earth quakes, will our purpose?
if souls do exist, will they dissipate?
like smoke hiding under the shadows of dust and clouds
will flood and sand wash our feet from the shores of memories?
as a moaning prey, will our carcass beg for the maggot's mercy?
i see eggs grow wings and turn into maggots,
do we return with the same or more legs, under strange or familiar seasons?
do we sit with our fathers on thrones or do we run from immortal flames?
do we litter our presence and memories under pretence of false eternity?
do we ever really die?
Festus Obehi Destiny.
Do we ever really die?