Bilakhulu! : Longer Poems

Papa, I know it took us twenty years to erect your tombstone All along the wind was blowing you away The sun was burning you Your pillow was your hand But now Bila, Mhlahlandlela, rest in peace Do not open the grave and come home wearing shorts Since you left, your wife has remained in the house I?ve not seen a man sitting on your chair It?s still your house Full of trees and vegetables 7/8 u ya lithanda isaka la mazambani U ya lithanda isaka la mazambani