When we buried Zim
Or rather when we heard of Zim’s passage
Braamfontein showered for an hour
With the sun aroused in the skies
Not a confusion of the celeste
For they heard what we heard
When we heard of Zim passage
We smiled and not wailed
We sang and we wept
As Newtown showered for an hour
Just before dusk
When we heard of Zim’s passage
We stood momentarily
Listened attentively
Observed patiently
For the sax and kanti
As Johannesburg showered for an hour
When we heard of Zim’s passage
Notes lifted us
Carried us to the universe
Of the unknown
The showers stopped
When Zim passed
The moon stood to the centre
Resisting the movements to the west
For Zim played to the gods
And they wondered
They rejoiced
They welcomed
Eternal zimology to the heavens
When Zim passed
God understood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem