Of Death And A Sampaguita by caitiff05, literature
Literature
Of Death And A Sampaguita
Plucked away
From the place I called home
Moving away
From those I was with all my life
Along with others
I was forced to say goodbye
To my mother
Who remained stoic as I departed
Those who took me
Put me in line with the others
As they
Slowly took my life away
We had no choice
From a little girl's hand, we all hung
Impaled to each other
And drenched along with our bearer
Through the rain
We were able to find shelter
Our carrier gave us away
In exchange for a two golden coins
We saw our bearer
Hint a wee smile on her face
And she went on
Facing the angry downpour
Away from the rain
I now hang from a mirror
The man be