His Bakkie and His Boys

Between his bakkie and his “boys”

He stands burning cigarette in hand

Servile pick axes

Breaking open the red, red sand

Covenant in repose

Suspended moment in time

Cosmic dance

Floating liminality

Dream? nightmare?

His boep

Suspended above his belt of truth

Protected overhang

Chosen, from mother’s breast

A birth right

He watches

Pick axes digging in the sand

Burning cigarette in hand

Breaking open the red, red sand

Son of Africa

So grand

Can you not see?

Your “boy”

Is not your “boy”

He is a man.

October 2016