THE GENIUS OF THIS GENERATION

Prelude- Cancel me out , curse my vows,

the death of me , would be the birth of you,

So let me die peacefully

[the poet whispers]

This is not a Shakespeare`s play , you don`t die and I don`t live ,

We both can survive this indictment , be my lion [reader`s cry]

I need to breed you , to give birth to you ,

My exodus is the behest of your being ,

The death of the writer , is the birth of her progenitor ,

The birth of a reader would be on the pyre of where we all die.

Set the grave , set the hearth , set the long broken curse ,

When the genius of your generation is no more alive ,

Don`t read obituaries , or visit purgatories

But write her the most stupefying satires of the centuries .

Hear her clap, from the hell or heavens of her afterdeath library

And if you hear none , keep writing till you hear one ,

And subdue yourself the same fate , the way she did ,

Because this is the nemesis of your esteemed rage.

Be a martyr on your Magnum opus , as it blazes

cremation is the cause of you creating the momentary work of your day and age ,

you may die , but would never rest in peace ,

As you are predestined to trail on the “Entrance of your inferno” , as all your forefathers did

When they Succeeded writing according to their Day and age ,

You are the child of their pen sword , they are Nurturers of your sickened state

Now pass the generational curse ,become the nefarious forefather of the Literary chase ,

Let them bear their Perdition , As they Perform the last honors of your heritage.

The demise of you would be the Genesis of Another geniuses

Hand over the keys ,the kingdom of sorrow is for them to guard

What a life To finally offset the Genius of your sage ,

Death like this , should be Encountered again and again

The Transcendence Of writer and the incarnation of reader is the Work of genius ,

That even Geniuses -- Can`t recreate .

Leeza

THE POET OF DEATH