how did he move
what colour was his rage
why is that it's him that I  ask of
who is he who lays now side by side with trash
his shape and form lost in that hate fueled fire
body cooked in pieces
it's a friends foe who blew his brains out
it was no magnum - thats and fast quick
he blew him with a harmer
a few blows for good measure
proceeded to insert down his lovely heart
a sharp stainless steel dagger
a dagger that was a knife a moment ago
cutting finely through ginger and chilli
a meal he will never get to eat
He was of the clever type
he was my nephew
and he loved that we shared
a name and a few ways round the field
sure would have been nice to have known him more
he is a dead mystery now
lost to time
connected by space.
lala kahle mfana wam
umoya omubi ngeke uphumelele