Brown Backs Bent Double
Brown backs bent doubleUnder harsh Highveld heatTilling blood-red soilBeneath unjust sunGouging long woundsIn the lands of their ancestorsStolen, wrested, violatedCountless […]
Life
I Found A Photograph
I found a photograph the other dayOf me in younger clothesSquirreled away buried in battered cardboard caveDingy, dusty, damaged,Dumped in
I Started Seeing Skeletons
I started seeing skeletons on the street the other dayNot clean, clinical, comical, classroom onesBut stinking, putrid corpses where rotting
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Winter storm blowingLone leaf on branch fallingBuffeted by the breezeEarthward boundTo rest
I Scream To The Wind
I scream to the windThat blows through forestAnd grass and meI scream to the windThat howls and cutsIce cold, hoar
What About Me?
What about meLiving just to see What they want me to be?No job, no wife, no carNo life to live
Come the day
It’s ten to six in the morningA cold, cold morningTravel through the hazeOf half sleepReturning to hateful wakefulnessAnd with itAnother
A Presence
In the still of daylight dawningI waitMy presenceUnbiddenBy those I seekHere I standAs the sun slowly risesFrom its nocturnal slumbersYet