When blood ‘came gel
His profound feat
Remained in our hearts.
When the heart resigned
Its registered benevolence became anamnesis.
When the hand that gave froze,
With melancholy bottomed out,
In shades of tears we stared at the cadaver
Whose sojourner like a traveler
Had trekked further to whence
God’s judgment would dump.
Wailing souls escorting yours to rest,
Earth opening to receive you,
Calling you by surname,
In a voice strong and true,
Haze creeping over them mourners
Gust through the blossoming trees,
To lead you home where willows never alarm.
Alone you watch the sun fall on hills.
© Namaganda