mayawrites

Date :27^th January, 1987, 20 minutes to 4pm

Dear birth,

I hope this letter finds you in a bed of roses,

Nourished by peoples’ regretful choices,

that you simply don’t condemn.

Date: 30 minutes to delirious

Dear life,

I hope this letter finds you well,

But im sure you couldn’t tell,

Because you’re oblivious.

Date: 1987-1988

Buried in coal

Dear death,

I hope this letter finds you in good health,

Collected from peoples’ hearty wealth.

That you stole.

Birth, life, death, are all just words,

Guests at the theature of absurd.