the after mirth.

Do not cry,

look at the hazy sky and say goodbye.

Do not mourn,

at your whims to curse the unkown-

look at my still frame and smile,

for in laughter you'll be condoled for a while.

When I'm gone,

reminisce the shared bone;

that lit our once sullen faces,

when joy was in meagre traces.

Inter the bones but keep my name,

to live for posterity in fame.

As you intone dust to dust,

reconcile me with my past-

recollecting the good; and, the bad abound,

sealing my nobility not so deep in the mound.

But when the red mound starts to fade into the earth,

let good memories be an after mirth.

Bunguswa Writes.