Armattoe discusses dying in an airplane crash as if it were similar to having eggs and bacon for breakfast. Although, I could sense a bit of rebellion in his tone, I cannot help but accept that death either by an air crash or in sleep, is inevitable.
However, to talk about death in such flippant words such as, "while the huge wreckage all ablaze, shines brightly for my last embrace, I'd like to see the flames consume each nerve and bone and hair and nail," is courage at its peak.
To think that Armattoe would "smite the poor wretch on the head," but also talks about his lover in the closing lines of his poems is ironical.
For how would I love you, and not wail my eyes out when you are consumed in death by a blazing fire? It'd be the beginning of madness!
The poem reminds us, that life is fleeting; the human flesh is vain and impact or the human soul is the immoral one.
What do you think about Armattoe's poem?
Olutosin Mazeedah,
LASU chapter.
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