As they buried my love

by Kwaku kyereh

I watched, imagined—as grains of dirt
covered the coffin of my love—

It was exam time, I couldn’t be there
for the woman whose name I bear

like a sheriff’s badge. She wasn’t well,
dad told me—but none knew that was

her going. As they buried my love—
I wept on a bed that’s supposed to be mine

but would leave for someone else I don’t
know in a couple of months coming—

just as my love was leaving & no one
knew who was coming.

I couldn’t be there for my love. &
dirt is the only metaphor for her death.

©Henneh Kyereh Kwaku, first published in ‘to grow in two bodies’

Henneh Kyereh Kwaku is a poet. He’s from Gonasua in the Bono Region of Ghana. His chapbook Revolution of the Scavengers, was selected by Kwame Dawes and Chris Abani as part of the 2020 New-Generation African Poets Series Boxset.