Rolihlahla Madiba

all that strength you
made out of weakness,
we have managed to lose.
ninety-five lives
is many bones. is
many hearts. is many years.
so, we brought out our wares,
tucked in our grief,
blew spices, pounded seeds;
snuffed cinnamon – the scent
of your leaving.
we danced you into being gone.
we feasted for you.
to release you
to let you go.

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