I wake up one morning
and the internet is mourning,
your picture circulating,
your timewall buzzing.
everyone is talking
about your passing.
I wake up one morning
and your family is cleaning,
a machine grass cutting,
men wood cutting,
the Community grave digging,
and a woman mattress sitting.
I wake up one morning
and the stove is baking,
the sun is setting,
the tent standing,
the congregation is visiting
and your cousins are arriving
I wake up one morning
and men are slaughtering,
the fire starting,
black Pots cooking,
knives peeling
and animal skin hanging
I wake up one morning
and people are singing,
the pastor preaching,
flowers piling,
the casket lowering
and people crying.
I wake up this morning
and I am smilling,
your favourite song is playing,
fingers gently snapping.
I had a good feeling
that you’re watching
and listening.