Poems Rethabile Likes

Behind A Stone Wall by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes Behind A Stone Wall by Rethabile Masilo Behind a stone wall stands the rest of my father, carrying a book with pages we will never turn. We had buried him in a casket lined with newspapers to keep his face annoyed, because freedom is immortal, he thought. He holds the book like a slab of concrete we should build the rest of our lives on, like someone saying, while lifting the marble off a tomb: here's what's to be dealt with. He looks like himself battling a plough into submission. At the sound of his voice our dog whimp...