Lunchtime at Kingsley, Margaret Alice is bored,
boxes unpacked, treasures all stored, sitting on
her chair, reading the paper, finished already,
tackling the Government Gazette
Reading of Tripolyphosphate, sounds like an en-
chanting lady, devoid of hate, reading of 21 Chiefs
representing Tribal Authorities: Emjindini - a Jinn
involved somewhere; Modlangampisi-Hlomendlini
and Nsikazi, a reference to the Nazi’s, our old friend
DDT – Dichlorodiphenyl Triclorethane – with so many
musical terms, the Nile Crocodile is happily occupied
listening to rolling sounds in her mind
Words bubbling without context and situation, without
Gazette clarification - wonderful sounds – consonants
cavorting, free-flowing vowels, suggesting ideas: Ob-
viously Mr Trichloretane is betrothed to
Ms Tripolyphosphate and their love is threatened by
Modlangampisi-Hlomendlini in an eternal triangle
of love and hate…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem