You are a cool cemetery.
You have the sinner’s grave
You have the saint’s earth
colliding
You have all the beds
narrow as a knife;
as if a rally of tombstones to defend death.
But you can’t really postpone
the inauguration of my burial,
can you?

From the poem – Few Words to Cemetery

THE NAKED HEART

From womb to tomb,
There came and went –
Only you.
Poor or rich,
You will die with
Only you.
All the wealth you harvest
In the living,
Will go to others when you are dead.
But the true test of a lion of God –
Is to keep giving with your own hands,
Before you rest in your final bed.

Being HIV positive doesn’t necessarily mean that you are going to die before each and every person who is HIV negative.

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