Showing posts with label Africa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Africa. Show all posts
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Blood is the New Currency
Blood is the new currency.
Five hundred thousand Rand
a head
a shot.
This is easier than coke.
Cheaper than nukes.
And they will come.
The life blood is the animals now.
They are more than feeding.
They are life- the blood is the life.
And the guns.
The guns come from Mozambique.
But that must change.
Everything is changing now.
The Afrikaners are out.
The sanctions are out.
The secret is out.
It’s a market after all.
And there is supply.
And there is demand.
The “why not?" comes
upon you slowly
you suddenly realize
you are plotting
you are scheming
in the dance of the predator
and prey.
How you got there does not matter
now that you can see the heart
beating
in the chest of the mark.
It is simply a matter of when…
This is not an animal rights poem. This is not a hunting rights poem. This is not a judgment about any regime in South Africa. This is about irony, about predation as economics. This is self analysis, nothing more.
Five hundred thousand Rand
a head
a shot.
This is easier than coke.
Cheaper than nukes.
And they will come.
The life blood is the animals now.
They are more than feeding.
They are life- the blood is the life.
And the guns.
The guns come from Mozambique.
But that must change.
Everything is changing now.
The Afrikaners are out.
The sanctions are out.
The secret is out.
It’s a market after all.
And there is supply.
And there is demand.
The “why not?" comes
upon you slowly
you suddenly realize
you are plotting
you are scheming
in the dance of the predator
and prey.
How you got there does not matter
now that you can see the heart
beating
in the chest of the mark.
It is simply a matter of when…
This is not an animal rights poem. This is not a hunting rights poem. This is not a judgment about any regime in South Africa. This is about irony, about predation as economics. This is self analysis, nothing more.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Friday, March 09, 2007
Fever Lonely
Thought I saw a Mamba
in a fever tree today.
The thought seduced my mind
but the thorns got in the way.
Poison
poison
in a blue lined bottle...
poison
poison
flew farewell to you.
A crown of green and black
for your pomp and circumstance
Emerald noir
noir
if only you will dance.
Sway now rhythmic slowly
roulette to miss the bite.
Stay now fever lonely
if only for tonight.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Woza
Solace seeking
African nights
have no center...
no crux
crest
or core-
no birth
beginning
middle
or ending
no shift
or swinging door.
Here the she-silk spinning
never comes to end
and strands that halt
the Zeitgeist zipper
graft hangmen’s
Zulu Zen.
So the thunder
insists upon distance
behind tall fences
containing the game
and my lover
Eroica extant
will be tattooed
with my shame.
While the dunes
keep marching westward
to the beat
of the shepherds drum
and the eyes
of Africa
as yet still dancing
while in her mouth
still none.
African nights
have no center...
no crux
crest
or core-
no birth
beginning
middle
or ending
no shift
or swinging door.
Here the she-silk spinning
never comes to end
and strands that halt
the Zeitgeist zipper
graft hangmen’s
Zulu Zen.
So the thunder
insists upon distance
behind tall fences
containing the game
and my lover
Eroica extant
will be tattooed
with my shame.
While the dunes
keep marching westward
to the beat
of the shepherds drum
and the eyes
of Africa
as yet still dancing
while in her mouth
still none.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
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