Cold Comfort

Do you remember when I told you

Of what heaven would be like for me?

There'll be a storm, it would rain heavy and hard

I'll be walking, forcing my way to Manila bay.

Do you remember?

The water will be calling me

Like a mother calling her child

And I'll respond.

I'll be needy of her embrace.

I'll be walking, nearer to the turbulent water

Walloping and battering the concrete embankment

With its angry, white, and chaotic calling...

I'll respond with a step closer.

People will be noticing, they'll charge to help me

Sure I'll struggle, sure I'll do.

But minutes of pain will be sure worth it.

Do you remember when I told you

How I'll be happy to depart surrounded by water?

How I imagine myself to be scattered

Or to be found dead and buried under the earth instead?

I'll be consumed by it, that'll be heaven.

Do you remember?

Universe will be glad, to have a piece of me.

And upon the end of this world, I'll be scattered more,

Up to the stars, and span of light years

My atoms, sure used to be part of my heart and lips

Will find the comfort of this heaven.

Do you remember?

The kiss? The love?

The rain is pouring hard.

The wind is lifting me...

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Such a surprise no one has reviewed this wonderful poem, Eduardo...I love hos you ponder on life's dilemma and the conviction of your voice conveyed strength even in the unknowing future for death is inevitable.