Tag Archives: Life

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)

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Extract from a diary found South of here (13)

We watched you sleep,

The hand of God outstretched,

But in the end,

The sin and shame of your decay

was never yours to hold.

And when the Angel came,

You turned your face to the wall

And you left.