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The Hadedahs at ten to five

Buried for Decades

For Neil Aggett, Jeannette Curtis and David Webster: murdered in different ways by the Apartheid police.

Buried for decades under the footfall

Of our busy lives, some deaths will not die.

Plastered on our retinas those faces call:

19 minutes and 20 Seconds

To my sister Anne who died with such dignity when life became unbearable

We lit a candle every night for the last ten days.

A least we meant to. Sometimes life got in the way,

Or we left it to someone else as happens quite lot.

She wouldn’t have minded had she known.

But mostly we lit a candle to burn quietly in the mirror

The Covid 19 Total Lockdown Blue

A series of verses written at different times, and in different styles, over the first few months  of the South African COVID lockdown.

The day before

It’s 4-30 am on day minus one

And the total lock down has not yet begun,

Soon I’ll head out for the very last time

But I’m waiting for daybreak and penning this rhyme.