Death Of An Aunt

She attracted fire Like a piece of dry twig Otherwise, it’s a routine act of cooking In the ordinariness of a day Lurked the fatal fire Waiting for long years To be ignited to caress her body By and by embrace her in its fiery passion Striking her right at the origin of life As a child I was always surprised How she could be my aunt— Gruff voice like the opening of A corrugated iron gate Contracted muscles Skin dry enough to attract fire(!) Whenever we visited her She always cooked at the same stove In a kitchen that later turned into her last resting place Wonder if her legs could ever open to welcome his seed Childless, she left behind a husband Who nursed her death on his paralytic hand Into his own death 04feb2011 22.12hrs