Till Death Do Us Loud
It is very hard to kill a Singaporean
and even harder to assail a Kristang or Portuguese-Eurasian
because boy, do we sure die noisily.
Not always literally, of course;
the powers that be will always deny me
what is rightfully mine, and yours. But in the psyche
that’s where things really get merry,
and where you will find, to your great surprise,
that it’s really one huge party sometimes.
I know you cannot abide criminals, and spontaneous Life
which is why the Kristang and the Singaporeans have moved these to the side,
to the very end of one’s own fight,
where we can then, as is only fair, take our own fucking sweet time
to say goodbye
and yeah, I know you get so damn irritated that I haven’t
been corrupted, compromised, or yet died
by my own hand.
I found that out too, thanks to your projections:
the Dragon apparently can die only by their own volition,
if they put themselves in harm’s way. If I may say so
myself: what a fucking, insanely
crazy rule to have up. Just think of the consequences if—
—ah yes. You did.
That’s why this plan isn’t going the way you wanted it
to. Well, I’m sorry.
But hey.
I can still write poetry
about inviting you to that party
whenever it happens.
At least I’m not immortal—
—right?
Yeah, if you were the Dragon,
I’m sure you’d also be like…
…seriously.
What the fuck, guys.
Just let him have his party.
Just let him live a long, natural life,
and die.