Eastern Cape

L.D.

The air is wet w/ earth
and shell,
the sustained thump of laager;

nettles carve boots
adder-like in the midmorning
as water meets and runs out

farther than the eye can see.
And tourists baffle their ears
w/ hands a-fleece w/ blood

to calm the sight of gunshots.

Am I wrong?
Or did I see them laugh
at the townships?

– 6 January, 2015

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