<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392292" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Africa's Night (A Lament)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death in Africa's night, she's 38<br>They bear me from hospital grounds<br>Our home is empty, except for me<br>A rented shell where loss abounds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I read Psalm Number 121<br>Memorial closes the Book of Plans<br>They stand in line for a moment's embrace<br>She lies under embalming hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The box with permits of expiration<br>Weighs in the belly of the plane<br>We fly over saltlands of Kalahari<br>I descend into the heartless flame</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the yard for the last time, laid out low<br>In the rondavel they had thatched for us<br>Here we laid on our wedding day<br>Here we come to the terminus</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Women sing Laments all night<br>I fall asleep in the haze of dawn<br>Her swollen face in the coffin view<br>Her mother cries, not the child I knew! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The army pitches canvas halls<br>Mourners pour from the desert towns<br>Pots of sorghum meal and meat<br>Warm the nights they huddle around</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dreaded wizards laugh in the bush<br>Age-cohort girls joke in shebeens<br>We are beaten, they are waiting for<br>The burial of imprudent dreams </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trucks leave for the village shores<br>Their tails of dust rise in the eyes<br>Of morning's face, falling upon<br>Late drinkers by the riverside</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Red rectangles newly dug<br>And how this earth drains soft and fine! <br>The sand so quick, the tears so dry<br>The crowd surrounds the burial line</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The midday breeze lowers its head<br>The sun is cruel as mourners sing<br>Her tears burn on my eyes, my skin<br>The box falls, closing everything</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A spouse carried her back to earth<br>Two children carry on her name<br>The dust would not be shed from skin<br>Until a love was born again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+Bana">Frank Bana</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392292" data-title="In Africa's Night (A Lament) de Frank Bana" data-description="Death in Africa's night, she's 38 They bear me from hospital grounds Our home is empty, except for me A rented shell where loss abounds I read Psalm Number 121 Memorial closes the Book of Plans They stand in line for a moment's embrace She lies u..."></div> </div> </div>

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