“ Gerald ” –
people still spoke his name,
in the softest possible way, always.
Handled the sentence in which it appeared
as if mohair, or silk.
He was gone before I started
gone from the workplace,
one day as afternoon turned to evening
coming back from extension classes
for his diploma.
Motorbike + truck + inattention = death.
I was the inheritor,
after the inheritor.
His name was still on the staff board,
my predecessor’s removed before I commenced
mine, sometime between Monday and Friday of my last week
but Gerald’s remained.