The Lonely Planet Guide to Death

Richelle Slota

Nobody travels there
without getting there,

somewhere beyond the poisoned
air, the squalid cities,

my loving family living
amidst a million cooking fires

in the once-so-lush,
Ghanaian Rain Forest.

The last stop wasn’t Death,
only a year called Seventy.

Other passengers offer
the conundrum, Death is life.

No one has a clue,
when, where Death is,

exactly. My guidebook
has blank pages.

The only one who knows
for sure is the killer.

Richelle Slota

is a

Guest Contributor for Panorama.


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