The Future Of Gambits Is More Gambits Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

This talk of being outmanoeuvered,
Of the preempted outcomes these that
Speak to doings that help support
Future talk will leave us in need
Of ways of creating side doors
In case there is an earthquake.

This talk of rigging that has
Happened before we see the bull
And take it by its horns will
Leave us in the arena when the
Bullfight is already in progress.

This bullfight is rigged by the
Bull itself. It goes bellowing
All over, when it knows the truth.
That is how you lose a bet at the
Races ask the bull. It has done this
In all the betting houses of the world

Can we trust our hands when our bull
Has them tied and is dancing around
With the rope as if to ask us whey
We let it go? Can we trust our truths
When they are bellowed in any way
When the constitution has become a
Book that is banned in the world of
Those in power?

This world is reeling on the edge
Of the next dive and we are not even
Wearing our scuba diving suits.
I fear the silk that is blown in
The wind will tear down there and
The fish will wonder how flimsy
Our minds have become now that the
Bodies we seek to hide lie vulnerable
To every shark. We've been had.