Thursday, August 12, 2004
Hangman
life,
like a candle
burning brightly
brimming-
with life, hope, fancy and imagination
yet,
dangers, ever present
threaten at every instant
effacement at its whim & fancy
immolation
rope
dawn.
a new beginning?
rather,
the start of the end
ponder, reflection
what could have been
man playing god
diseased humanity.
futile, desperate efforts
in trying to recapture his life's memories
chasing the wind
lost
knot
flashback
images flitting past him
culminating in a whirl
he is in the vortex
fragments, pieces
memories-
zip pass him
life is passing by him
a burst of brightness
images, motions & the inanimate
appear, crystal-clear
surrounding him like a wide-screen theatre
noose
the fragility of life
the vulnerability of it
he prepares himself
he gives away everything he has-
emotional attachments
material happiness
death, the great leveller
homogeneity in peace
the platform releases
the hole swallows him
a stealthy serpent
slither-slither..
slit.
the claws of death
drawing at every moment
the wisps of life
asphyxiation.
Julian Tan
"Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard.
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come."
William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar
