When the present can foresee no future
in my being here, my life divested
of everything I’ve treasured down the years
the things on my last to-do list now done
I’ll yield, unflinching, to my destined end
always sustained by the ancient spirits
of that place, the great reach of its night sky
and the fortitude we were gifted there.
Avoiding mundane ceremonials
we shall return to Theefontein as ash
to mingle with the dust of mythic days
the tranquillity of our homecoming
accompanied by wind-sung requiems
and the windpump’s steady Benedictus.
© Tony Ullyatt