Sarah Mkhonza Poems

It was raining blows.
It was mincing words.
It was bouncing on me.
It was grinding me.
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I sit at the end of the yard
I see the true end of the string
Long, winding it goes
Leading my thoughts through the needle
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I didn't know that
tombstones are greedy.
I came to talk to you,
and they all looked at me,
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The call has been sounded,
yet we swing from pillar to post.

The sounding of the call astounds
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Keeping my foot on the pedal has to
be done to keep this bike
on the path.
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Behind the clashes of our clan
Stands one woman who is as tall
As she is as thin and destructive.
Let us call her Getrude for I guess
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Write my story on the trees,
Dig it out from down there,
Where it lies with me in the grave,
Spread the red ochre on the trees,
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For I have come to just put this candle,
here down here in this hole, where bats fly,
where birds sing during the day on these trees,
and as I walk away, the light shines on,
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The deep of the depth,
is truly deep. It rises
and falls in the drip.
These catacoombs of my
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This misty cloud full of rain,
Cannot deliver it's point in pain,
Unless you watch it, for in it stirs
a new born.
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