ELEGY Poem: You-calypse, by Patience Ncwane

On Sunday I text you
“Old friend, how are you?
Care to come over
Or perhaps I can come around?
It’s only a two-hour flight.
We can drink beer, watch movies,
Walk, or just enjoy each
Other’s company. Small delights.”

On Monday it is all grey
And it rains out of spite.
On Tuesday the lakes
Quickly start to bubble up.
It is on Wednesday that
The volcanoes burn the towns.
Thursday the moon
Leaves the earth in fear and runs.
On Friday I look up in love
And see the stars die one by one.
On Saturday I walk the desolate world
Utterly lonely, on my own.
On Sunday you text back
And simply say “I’m fine.”

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