(after S. J. Pretorius)
It's in the eighties that a call up instruction comes,
later the military police do arrive at the house,
they stop with a pick-up van at your old address,
at hearing about your death they seem somewhat stupid,
do not want to accept that you are in the hereafter
but they do find your grave in the cemetery
and your death is for nobody a secret
but old letters and accounts do blow in the wind.
Many letters do come and some are pink or white
and from that sender they later become blue.
The post is sent back: address unknown
and are returned into the red box of the post-office,
a Sheriff of the Court arrives who does not trust the peace
and somebody has violated the marble of your grave.
[Reference: "R.I.P" by S. J. Pretorius.]
© Gert Strydom
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