Taung Child Poem by Diana van den Berg

Taung Child



Three child-years of breath -
then two million more
your ravaged mind-shield waited -
and now
at last
there is
one
who sees
not
a palaeontological find,
but
mourns
the obliteration
of your childhood
and the
unbearable terror,
anguish
and screaming savagery
of your
slow,
solitary
slaughter.

(12 January 2006)

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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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