You break me beautifully
split the fabricated flesh
that once felt like silk
under your soft fingers.

a dance of daggers
twirling on their sterling
edge
right across my heart

Grab the child of the forlorn place
Liberation paints their heads
The gun is held as the bible mace
Freedom lives in lead

Father watches Capetown port
Batons whip their tattered cross
Yellow tags on scarred cohorts
Happy children, born of loss

Kings feast on country plates
Satiated, complacent
Place the stone on people’s fate
And bless the nation nascent

alterity and aliens
       posterity positions
           maternity for musicians . .


                      transcendence

S/He/It
SHeIt
Sheit
****
It happens.

You're as light as a feather,

I blow you away.