A hat that echoes cries

Derives from the blowing of the whistle as a way of communicating a funeral in Malawian communities.

No sun sets before a whistle calls

Inviting ears to the hat that echoes cries

With unlinsable eyes that rain oceans drowning the nose

While out still the whistle seeks replies

The crowd absorbs the deflecting sound in the night

Where the only mic is the preacher convening the ceremony

Then the whistle blows again when the sun casts bright

To remind those who forgot to summon

Not only the elders are alert by the whistle

But also hoes and shovels along with their boys

That assist in digging an underground castle

For only the burial takes with it a whistles voice

That whistle is gone come not another

But no sun sets before a whistle echoes skies

As to day it's them, tomorrow it's us, let's go gather

To the house that echoes cries.