In the Showroom of Cars

But we have children now so

Our past is no longer ours alone,

And outside, the years float

like God,

A cork in the water, my hate

Dissolves with the anger in my pocket.

Then later, I drive in the car,

Hooting:

The lamp is no longer hidden,

 

And I kept on waving,

My hand like light,

Unrestricted

Like the air.

 

(based on the story told by Mr Alwinus Ndodiphela Mralasi to the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, South Africa)