Friday, July 18, 2014


I will not let Hollywood make my life
into a film. I will not let them make of turned red earth
turned greenbacks. One thing I have learned,
how to bide my time,

and on the night their hypocrisy
is rolled out into Leicester Square, I too will roll
over and quietly steal away
their moment in the limelight. For if reputation

has built for me a prison, the instant of death
is most surely its razor wire breached.
My long sojourn in Table Bay taught me all
I need to know about breaking free. Frailty alone

now censors news from the world outside, no less
doggedly than those cruel warders,
but just as ineffectually. When I choose to leave here
imibongo will accompany me.

(c) 2014 Slush Poet