Talking Of Death And Love Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

Wounds like that have big mouths
Never truly close
No matter how much time you give them

A loss like that
Burns to chars
The smell never goes away
Your heart black and soot
You'll never be the same

When love drowns like that it floats
Never sinks to the bottom
Even after the casket descends
You don't cry without choking on it
You don't mourn without running out of air to breathe

A loss like that leaves you dying
You, a green garden begin to wilt
I heard that first I had to sin
Before I could begin to die
Forgiveness is the cure
But not of the body