Six In The Mourning Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

One last song
To a soul lost
Poured to the heavens
As thanksgiving
Maybe as an offering
Or a protest

The last goodbye
Standing by the grave
Watching
As the casket descends
Praying, hoping
This is one bad nightmare

Tears decorate desperate eyes
Run down hillocks
Kissing the dust at thy feet

Goodbye tastes sour to the tongue
But we sing
We sing our lungs out anyway
We sing
We have to
This is the last time we
Converse with our loved one
We sing
This is how we say
I love you