Blackjack and Mounds
English poem by: Phelelani MakhanyaTheme: Death
There is an old village woman,
Gogo Maximba.
She walks with a bent back,
Like the neck of her cane walking stick.
She once had a vegetable garden
Behind her rondavel huts.
Being weak and landless,
She converted it into a graveyard
Where she buried all her sons and daughters.
On Sunday afternoons she snails
Around the four grave mounds,
Carrying an enamel bowl,
Picking blackjack leaves,
Her six grandchildren surrounding her,
Two of them crawling,
Pushing like car toys
Gravel stones taken from the grave mounds.