I know a word,
Six letters long,
That destroys.
I know a word,
Six letters long,
That kills.
I know a word,
Six letters long,
That encompasses an uncertain future
Of needles and lab tests,
A word that can't ever describe the feeling
Of knowing your body is killing itself.
I know a word.
Six
Letters
Long
That rips away vitality, leaving only
Empty ghosts in sterile beds,
Laughter replaced by hushed doctors and quieted sobs and
The incessant, steady beeping of a heart monitor.
I know a word,
Six letters long,
That leaves a husband crying
Over hospital bills at a kitchen table,
His son standing silent in the doorway,
2 AM.
I know a word
Yanking soft great-grandmothers and innocent children
From here to the ceiling of the clouds,
Six weeks, six months, six years
Stealing hair and smiles and health and hope,
Leaving a drawn, hollow skull
Staring
At the abyss.
A word,
That makes you feel powerless,
An ant trying not to drown in six feet of flood and fire.
A word
That has claimed countless lives,
Forced springs of tears to well in miserable eyes,
Produced pictures of black sorrow at
Rainy gravesides.
I know a word, six letters long,
Called CANCER.

They asked if I wanted to go North,
I asked if there was any place further
South,
They shook their heads side to side,
I said I needed time, was there absolutely
any place else,
They shook their heads side to side,
I asked if there was still room for me here
with my wife and children so near,
They shook their heads side to side,
"besides" said one, "they are not going
anywhere that you cannot come back,
to the gravesides"
I looked them in the eye
They shook their heads side to side
I went for a break found myself in front
of a newscast, somewhere in the world
there was one two three terrible clashes,
somewhere on the west coast of some
distant promised landing, a bottling giant was
guzzling profits while emptying Mother
Earth, her name is Aquafir,
if that was not enough some part of the
under under cover part of a government
arm admitted that Area 51 exists but it
is more like a farm, something stinks and
there is allot of *******.

I went back and looked them in the eye
and asked how long I'd be away and they
said, "until you die"
I can come back to visit.
They nodded up and down
"once a year" they said and each one had
a frown.
I changed my heart to get away from this
insane place we know, has become, I will find my
peace far from this madding crowd,
as long as they don't find me if they come
looking from, the top of the world, down.
If they do
I will shake my head
side to side, instead
of choosing who is right,
so leave me to find my peace
my mind, until I see my loves
once more.

You said you will let us grow old
You said you will never let any
Be to grieves, sorrowfully sold
We will always be jolly as days sunny

You said you will let us hold dear our children
You said you will let us play with our grandchildren
What happened you returned earlier?
What happened you have broken the promise-the vow?

I look at this moment, melancholic
I remember my dear, I miss her much
It is sad and hard to believe these are our last moments
Soon the earths will open and her forever swallow
O! What happened to our oaths-together till forever?
Now I am standing here a haunted man, alone in trembling tears  

What happened you have visited us?
What didn’t we do well you have returned to us?
What happened that in my arms my lover will never feel?
In my laps my lover will never make her passionate pun
And in our cozy bed she will never let her warm morning yawn

Instead I see a casket as her carrier and a bier as her resting stool
The sight of this soggy and sordid soil-mould as her forever dark cold bed
It embitters me and I tremendously tears
O! What really went wrong with our consensus?  
And it said: you shall never return until it is tomorrow
When we are much older yesterday to tell apart from today

O! What really went wrong, death?
And we had a gentlemen agreement  
You will never revisit our love world
You said you will never let any alone go
If, together we will always go

Now I watch, hard to believe, I’m letting her go
How am I to let her go?
And we held each other so strong to let us part
With each day our bond getting even much stronger

My love I will never let you go
If, there will always be a haunting ghost of you
Hunting and hurting me for letting you alone go
It was just to be you and me
How then can I say goodbye and let you alone go?

I don’t say goodbye even in silences of my slaying sorrows
Even at this last time in my unending gravesides grieves
The priest and the peoples in piety performing their pastoral perpetual ritual
The last respect rite to human’s body on earth:
Body to dust, bones to ashes, soul to its Maker……!
Even though the song will be playing in my silent head’s mind
Live as on a stereo radio-the James Blunt sad sorrowful sweet song:

“Goodbye my lover; Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one; you have been the one for me......
You touched my heart, you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals………
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell, I've been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover; Goodbye my friend……!”
And then follows his percussion humming trademarks hmm-hmm!

I won’t budge to the pressures of sad times
No, I won’t let you go; you have been the one for me!
You have been my lover, my partner-all these years,
How could I let you go, how could I let you go even though I want?
My love, why didn’t you wait a little bit longer for me?

I am your dreamer; I don’t want to wake to find naught you
I am haunted to leave or live, so let me just be
Just let me be, asleep with your eternal love
I won’t say goodbye, I won’t sing-goodbye my lover!
I will remain sandwiched to the oath: you’re mine-by eternal right

© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

The traveller comes home,
The wanderer returns—
But reality is not a book.
When you go back, be prepared:
For sad eyes and gravesides and greying hair.
For those who’re gone, for those who were never here,
For crayons lost and empty chairs,
For keys that don’t fit and slamming doors.
Those you’ve left behind, and those who stopped waiting…
Those still waiting for you,
and those you’re still waiting for.