Posthumous

When the wind dies down
And the dust finally settles
I find i killed Chun Wai
In the heat of the battle.

eulogy

Written on our way to the crematorium.

There was one thing.
I'm not sure when I felt it.
But I definitely did.
Doubt.
I laugh at death
But when it really came to it
There was always that doubt.
I can profess, I can believe,
but as long as it's called faith,
there will be doubt
of the unknown.

Incongruence

Dear Lord,

Send me to the ends of the earth.

Send me to India or somewhere like that to do your will.

Tell me i'll suffer for your name all through my life.

Tell me i'll die a martyr.

Just please, please... Don't make me go back to work on monday.