San People

By MXOLISI NYEZWA 

 

i’m linking things i’m beginning to see
the length of this organ, my dying land
all the mistakes my god has learned

they say the body is wise
in truth and in suffering
biding a time that knows no limits

i’m linking things i’m beginning to see
what became of the san people
who can tell us what happened

and the truth must be the truth
inside our bodies
the terrible words must burn.

 

 

Mxolisi Nyezwa is founder and editor of Kotaz, now in its fourteenth year.

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