III. The Flying Archives
Sometimes
I think
The world
Creating dreams
Ka – an washed her clothes at Piet van Wyk’s [6]
Sometimes
I create
The dreams
Thinking of you
And you
Ka – an died of an unknown cause
I switch on the light
Among the humidity
In the empty corners of the house
Where
The ordinary privacy
Reshapes history
The widow of Toyowo
Killed by a lion when searching for her children
Toyowo died of starvation
There are some slips
In Athens
Melting tea with capsicum - peper
Immigrant slips
There are some slips
In South Western Townships
Melting kirving balls with spelter - zinc
Ageless slips
Eumorfia the grandmother of Vangelis
Tilled the earth
There are tourists
In these slips
The in and out groups
I remember
There was one day that I had to leave school
After one of the teachers told me
That the police came looking for me. [7]
Stories about hypnotic poisons
When a distant rain comes to us
Eumorphia saw her son
killed in the civil war of the
unknown hands
I switch on the light
Among the humidity
In the empty corners of the house
Where the memories are whispering
the frozen silence
And the poems walk
among nails and flowers
on every hill
of every hope
We know
How to punish
And how to revenge
We learned so much about death!
Ka – an washed her clothes
in earth of Eumorphia
where Toyowo gouges fruits and suns
in the olive tree
thinking of me
and you