Grave Desecration Poem by Gert Strydom

I will go to my father
where his grave is in the hillocks
and when I get to his grave
I will rise my eyes into the blue

and my eyes will look at the unfathomable
while the world depart from me
and there I will find God
while the day appears

and for moments I will
be in companionship with my Lord
as if He is with me in the graveyard
and see how roots tear the grave apart

and shadows will already draw lines
stretch out long from the hillocks
while twilight is creeping closer
and I will advance

right up to
the office of the caretaker
and he will have to explain
why I am finding a tree
on my mother’s resting place.