…I asked my mother, “Will I die?”,

as the poison swept round my body,

my last leaf on the verge of killing me,

murdered by the unnecessary,

no clue why.

I asked matter of fact, there was no

panic in my mind, if you are going

to serenade the angels

and party with God

then it helps to believe;

I had lost my faith long before

and at eleven, I reconciled

that at least they knew my killer

and that it had blown out