My Father
Beneath the secret layers of your life
that you hid yourself
under
Beneath the fading curtains,
the dusty carpets,
the tapestries
Beneath the jumble sale philosophies
you aspired to
for a week
or two
Beneath the cortisone and the chemo
that kept you alive
long after you were
supposed
to die
Beneath all that
Was your Doornfontein Black Hole Heart
And your bottle of All Gold Tomato Sauce
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