….
And so the small leaves come fluttering down
to quietly cover the place where you lie now.
…
Your disappearance expected for so long,
all the same has caught us by surprise.
…
Thoughts now occur of the absences
of our talks, of your loitering walks,
…
your love of a joke, the ease of your smile,
your anger too for a government – so cruel
…
of its rough trod way of breaking poor people,
of trying to destroy, a small community –
…
that birthed you, succoured you, raised you,
and the close-knit family from which you grew.
…
And this place left you the memories of its people
until it was time for you, in your way, to leave too.
…
And so the small leaves come fluttering down
to quietly cover the place where you lie now.
…
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