For Those Who Have Gone Poem by Tony Adah

Do not leave your door open
When we come we will knock on it
If it doesn't open
We will get men with pickaxes
Shovels and hoes to knock it
Open for us
It is a sweet eternal journey
But we are reluctant to come

Because you have not even written
Us a letter of your safe arrival
We do not know how it feels
To be in that house.
Have you seen my daddy?
For your grandfather I will not
Bother to ask, he may have travelled
Away from there or does even know
A granddaughter.

Let me ask of my mother
Have you seen your husband?
Tell him not to worry
We are not in a hurry to come
I am sure my grandfather's hair
Has grown back
For going there may be like
An old eagle taking a rejuvenation
Trip to the top of the mountain
Why am I even bothered
Perhaps earth was the only place
We met.
So whoever left here with an
Intention to be our harbinger
May have been on an errand
Of a flung stone.