SONG OF EZA KWAKHO
You are back, as in a dream,
with that fire of yours
now glowing with time.
Give me the file of your life,
your journey, your family.
I’ll open mine.
Oh, rise higher, lover
of long ago, don’t rubbish
the vows, the rites of our shrines.
This chance moment must not
empty us, dirty us, and –
dishonour our sacred names.
Don’t go that route, lover
of long ago! Next to you, oh
I’m vulnerable, vulnerable.