catalyst: a visit to the Hector Pietersen Memorial in Soweto.
For Unknown 16/06/76
a frozen face
on a white wall.
open mouth
rigid arms
your eyes
are the eyes of your comrades
children
with weighted shoulders
and loud voices
muted by the captured moment.
but I hear it.
decibels of scaled anger
your suffering erupt,
holding out its arms to me.
am I worthy of embrace?
1976- not even a seeded thought
in the mind of a girl I call mother.
you are background
context to your time
framing the "struggle"
painting it with your essence
as bullets tattoo your fate.
A bricked acknowledgement
that you were felled on that day
now bedded on gravel
bordered by the crunching tourist tiptoes
echoing now-impotent jackboots
the granite speaks
of more bodies,
not nobodies
but somebodies
with names
and for others without
there is a brick
in a yard
on the gravel.
2 comments:
I like it.
have u thought of submitting this to those in charge of the memorial site?
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