When death calls
05 June 2015
WENDY DOGURA
An entry in the Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
That terrible voice calls yet again
Has called millions, since the beginning of men
Yet unsatisfied,
Yet thirsts and hungers still,
For a soul to grill
I close my ears and close my eyes
And stand so still, so it will pass me by
Yet hesitant,
Reluctant and unmoved still,
Wanting me to follow at will
I think of my families, friends and loved ones,
I shed silent tears, but can’t really announce
That it,
That blackness, world of the unknown
Is at my door,
My whistle is blown, and I am called
Till we meet again,
See you,
On that fatal shore
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