O beloved farewell…Hold these leaping dreams of fire
With the skeletal hands of death
So that when hungry night encroaches
You defy her stubborn intrigues.
Do not look to where we turn and seethe
We pale humanity, like worms
(The ululations might bind you to our grief)
Whose feet carry the duty of life.
Even the hush that haunts the afternoon
Will sing the ding-dong drum of your ultimate joy
Where we sit by the fireside tossing the memories
Making the parts fit into each day complete;
Yet knowing ours is a return of emptiness
Farewell, yewu… ye.
Mazisi Kunene (South Africa)