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Soweto

Out of this roar of innumerable demons

hot cinema tarzan sweat

rolling moth ball eyes yellow teeth

cries of claws slashes clanks

a faint high pallor

dust

oceans rolling over the dry sand of the savanna

your houses homes warm still with the buffalo milk

bladder of elephant . tusk of his stripped tree

sing soft clinks

but the barracks

the dark dark barks of the shark

boys

the cool juice of soweto . . .

out of this dust they are coming

our eyes listen out of rhinoceros thunder

darkness of lion

the whale roar stomping in heaven

that black bellied night of hell and helleluia

when all the lights of anger flicker flicker flicker flicker

and we know somewhere there there is real fire

basuto mokhethi namibia azania shaka the zulu kenyatta the shatt

erer the maasai wandering into the everlasting shadow of jah

daughters lost daughters

bellowing against bullhorn and kleghorn

bellowing against bargwart and the searchlights of dogs

bellowing against crick and the kick in the stomach

the acrid wretch against the teeth

bellowing against malan malan malam malan

and boer and boerwreck and boertrek and truckloads of metal

helmet and fusil and the hand grenade

and acid rhodes and the diamonds of oppenheimer

the opulence of voortresshers the grass streiders . . .

suddenly like that fire the crows in johannesburg

you were there

torn. in tears. tatters

but the eyes glittered and the fist

clenching around that scream of your mother bled

into a black head of hammers

and the night fell howl

on soweto

the night fell howl

on soweto

and we who had failed to listen all. those. foot. steps

who had given you up like a torn paper package

your heroes       burning in your houses

                        rising from your dust bowls

                        flaring from the sky

                        listen now as the news items lengthen

                        gathering like hawks looking upward like the

                        leopard plunging into the turmoil like the

                        constrictor

and that crouch/shot

shout out against that beast and pistol

the police who shot patrice who castrated kimathi

                        and clattering clattering clattering clattering

                        the veldts gun metals wings

                        rise from their last supper their hunger of bones

                        bomba

and the daniels sing

                        ukufa akuqheleki kodwa ke

                        kuthiwa akuhlanga lungehlanga

                        lalani ngenxeba nikhuzeka

                        and we are rowing out to sea where the woman

                        lived with her pipe and her smoke

                        shack

                        and her tea in the tea

                        pot

                        tankard of hopes

                        herbs

                        lamagora afele

                        izwe lawo

                        and we are rowing out to sea

                        where there are farms

                        and our farmers laid waste the land

                        to make honey. we are the bells of the land . . .

dumminit

dumminit

lit by lantern and lamp

damp

dumminit

ash/can

kero

sene glow

can

dle &

glare

dumminit

hitting the head of the h/anvil

huh

drumminit

?

his school/book

huh

but to learn

blood

what is blood

hah

but to bless

dream

and that hill now under the ocean

and the pages splashed with his blood

and that bullet a hero a hero herero . . .

once the germans destroyed every sperm

in your village every man who could walk

every nim growing into the noom and nam of yr man/hood

they stripped skin and made catapults skulls were their pelmets

upon the wall

and the torn feet cracked and stacked and streggaed

rubbish heap . dog howl . cenotaph

and for days there was stench over the grasslands

and for months there was silence upon the trees

cow . goat . udder . manyatta

bantustan upon the land . . .

and then it was gone like all hero hero herero

like your canoe upon the land . . .

walking back down now from the shores of kikuyu water

washing back down now from Swahili laughter

zimbabwe kinshasa limpopo

always limpopo the limper the healer

it comes down from the ruins of the north

from the lakes of the luo

from the sunlights and sunrise of the east

as antient as sheba as wise as the pharaohs

as holy as the early morning mists of ityopia

an i

man

tek long

time to

reach hey

but a

bomb

an de lim

popo drop

down

an de

dread

come

an de

wreck

age soon

done

soon

soon

Soweto

we have waited so long for this signal

this howl of your silence

this heat of herero this hero

and i beheld the great beast strangled

howling in its chains

led by the fetlocks

and the opulence useless

and the long guns shattered and silent

and we rise

mushroom

cloud

mau mau

Kilimanjaro

silvers of eagles

tears

savannas

nzingas of rivers

umklaklabulus of mountains

and the unutterable metal of the

volcano

rising

rising

rising

burning

soon

soon

soon

soweto

bongo man a come

bongo man a come

bruggadung

bongo man a come

bongo man a come

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