The Death of A Man

My sister can look at a man and see if

the shadow of his death colours his face.

The folds of his wrinkles he earned from the sun,

black like his hair, blacker than his teeth—broken,

blacker than the hole where he digs for gold

for a man not black like him.

He buried his mother in the mountains,

where his wife buried her womb,

where his daughters birthed their sons

and his sons swallowed their hunger.

My sister can look at a man and see if

he woke too late for the train to the mountains.

The folds of the hills have swallowed the tracks,

the way home.

He crouches in the shack and says:

Shami, you are a good woman. If

the ancestors do not take me I will make you a wife.

If the sun rises too many summers and

his blood becomes thin from the foreignness he swallowed,

my sister can look at the man to see if

the shadow of his death will free her today.

Rešoketšwe Manenzhe is a recent graduand for the Degree of Master of Science in Chemical Engineering (with distinction). Her poems and short stories have appeared in several online magazines and journals, and in 2017, two of her poems (’The Flight at Signal Hill' and 'Down by the Nelson Bridge’) were shortlisted for the Sol Plaatje EU Poetry Anthology, and subsequently published in the anthology of selected poems. She is South African, and currently lives in Cape Town, but has been known to occasionally wander to the Arctic region. She can be reached on Twitter at @avatar_reso