To end this brother, you climbed the moon to a far country, and never came back. By that I mean when the police broke their way into a room, billowing with suspicion, your body was a continent of maggots. By that I mean, when the telephone brewed with some voice, Mama’s hand went down, fallen skyscraper, and never came up again, be ni o. By that I mean, your death birthed another death. By that I mean, the neighbours pleaded with me to unpack my two bags of grief. By that I mean, they watched me dissolve inside their teary eyes.