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.