No sooner than I was born
Iam sent to a slaughterhouse.
Oh! I can see death's horns
somewhere in a B'day house.
From what I hear
I gather that it is a He.
I did had a scare
when I went through that name.
Oh! They have arrived
- Iam on my way to death.
The kids seem to be enlightened
to see me and are licking their teeth.
Lights off! ! There comes the guy,
gives me a hungry grin,
takes the weapon (sigh) ,
.......pierces me with a beam.
I can hear a deathsong,
I can feel flowers from heaven,
I can feel a soothing tongue licking my tears..
Thank God! I had a respectful death....
NEETHA SASIDHARAN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cake-s-death-at-a-b-day-party/
