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wet road, a poem by Rethabile Masilo

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the Road of Durban
tosses water at the cliff;
we fought men
fierce as this wind

now arcing trees,
keeping them there
like the back of someone
bent over backwards;

at night rain finds a roof
under which you lie building
a future in the dark;

it's been raining for weeks

so hate is towel-soaked;
saunas of rooms
leak blood on linen,

mountains sweat,
lake shimmers
mirror the resolve of

those who fought hell
and were killed well.

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wet road, a poem by Rethabile Masilo


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