To end this brother,
you climbed the moon to a far country,
and never came back.
By that I mean when the police
broke their way into a room,
billowing with suspicion, your body
was a continent of maggots.
By that I mean, when the telephone
brewed with some voice, Mama’s
hand went down, fallen skyscraper,
and never came up again, be ni o.
By that I mean, your death birthed
another death.
By that I mean, the neighbours
pleaded with me to unpack
my two bags of grief.
By that I mean, they watched
me dissolve inside their teary eyes.