*I’ve lost the reference to the poet’s name. Will add when I find it again.

Ho ‘Ma-rona

 We’ve decided

that on the day

they come for you,

we will tell them

to hand you back.

We’ll unsubscribe

your name from

their memorials,

their tawdry

post-it notes ; and

we’ll trade our past

for one more future

with you. From

the top of that hill

behind the house

village elders will

cry your freedom,

wagging fingers

at angels. The world

agrees, there should be

no comforting

of mourners,

for these will have

given you up, mother.

• Kano, Khotso, Nthabi, Toko, Marebo, Tsoani