Damn dirty domestic politics.
Father dead, saw him, dead;
Damn those bloody undertakers,
Had myself thinking he was sleeping:
Saw him in the casket,
Looking fine like he had never ailed,
Dad, open your eyes,
For once, please, murmur your hate:
What it is to lose;
Infinite loss, felt my head sway with heat,
Tears in my eyes? Why, why, why?
Time for no more answers,
Had wanted him to remember me.
Copyright © Fungayi Elias Ndhlovu | Year Posted 2017