Charming Death Knell Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

The road twists and turns upslope
Running out of breath but excited to be going up top
Suddenly there far below him, plains so flung out into the horizons
Clouds hanging so low his head could touch them
Wow! He must have been right in the clouds
Yea, he was at the top
The fool in him felt like flying into space
Echoes from humanity he ignored; he was elated to be the man above all
They seemed to be waving at him from the foot of the humbling mountain
Power has a thing with fools; height has a thing against the lungs
The air became thin and scarce; it was all dark
The humble were picking limbs in the valley of the upright.

PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
11 May 2020