In Makolokwe,
the land is hungry
for fat to cover its bones,
those knolls and knells,
skin stretched,
as the hips
of a cow walking itself to market.
(October 2020, December 2021)
poetry in the classical style, in generally pleasant themes
In Makolokwe,
the land is hungry
for fat to cover its bones,
those knolls and knells,
skin stretched,
as the hips
of a cow walking itself to market.
(October 2020, December 2021)