Her fragments fell apart
Her time was short
The longest thing was the prison sentence
Full of tally marks, and wings that were burnt
On the brink of becoming fire and ice, and unbeing
In watery bushes, and shrubbery that hides in the gallows
Unfeeling like mires on the sunset line
Her hairs fell like wires, and the apartheid told us
She was meant to be broken, and even ****
Just not everywhere