His grandmothers are in black
Heading for the chapel
Weeping no more
He is not part of them-
He left home
&two unborn sons
Five years ago
Skipped the border
Landed somewhere
In Yewville
Or was it Hillbrow?
Greener pasture
So green
He lost himself
In the dense undergrowth
Apprenticing in thievery
Full-time job
Three other part-timers
A broad hipped
Pastime
With a body to offer
&MORE
He came back
Three days ago-
There is he
There, face up
In the roughhewn
Coffin that has just
Bankrupted his mother-
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