Sisi
Grandpa is gone
It’s not about how we
Turn and stare at his coffin
Nor how we
Fill buckets with bloody tears
Nor how we
Fling our noses in the air
He is gone for good
What about his dog, his sheep and his gwati?
Will peace descend upon us?
Note: gwati is a Chichewa word which refers to a small man made bag for storing raw tobacco and sisi refers to sister.
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