(For my father: he was roughly snatched from us 47 days ago.)
The fishermen have muddled the mud,
Scattered the abode of the fish.
The ploughers have intruded the field,
Dismantled the nest of the partridge.
Shadows I see in the world you left, Ayinla;
Solace I seek in the life you gave.
You were a male stone –and I knew –
But ignorant I was that you could break!
You were a metal – and I remembered –
But how could I have forgotten
That you could melt?