Apail has gone to walk in other faraway rains
05 February 2015
MATHIAS KIN
An entry to the Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
In memory of Apail Kin
In dry July of 2012 it rained suddenly
The children couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t
And divinity doesn’t seem a strong enough reason to
Emotions run high
Why this rain? Why rain on me?
Memories glow of a most good looking and well-torso fella braving the Deboma Pass
From Marelnule below in many rains to return home with bilums of tapioca and pumpkin
To feed his hungry offspring
In previous rains gone, we would climb up from our bird hunting at the Wahgi,
Always him at the close rear giving me confidence I did not fall over the cliff.
These rains only seem yesterday
In the future, there will be other rains
But when Awal, Ogan and Aiwa anxiously lookout from their smoke filled door
Into the foggy afternoon rain, their hero will not be coming home
Not in this rain nor the next
For our Apail has left us
To walk with his long gone fathers in other faraway rains
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