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Burn The Coffin
Masingita Mzilikazi
Burn the coffin
I want to finally rest
when I am in the still arms of the earth
No more pages to turn
no more phrases to churn
asleep with no burden
of rhymes, length or verb
Finally at rest
Wrap my still cold body
with layers of memories
and not wishes to return
for my leaving is inscribed in the coffin’s burn
May it be that the only poetry I’ve ever recited
be heard in the shedding of the chrysalis
when the sky unwraps the butterfly
that rests peacefully mid-flight
on the branch of the tree earmarked to be my coffin
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