Lost Her Poem by Justin Nyamoko

The evening is iced,
a woman sweet they have lost
to the distant lands far.
Loud cries shaking the small hill,
loud noises awakening the dead
But away deaf, she is gone

The evening iced,
we have lost,
to the enemy feared by the living.
Memories light the soul as
tears drop down like waterfall
and the path of tears visible
to the crying men and women.

In this iced evening,
Tears giving them the warmth
to say goodbye to her
a crucified hero.