We present this work in honor of the poet’s 75th birthday.

10-05 Gwala
Mafika Pascal Gwala
South African
1946 – 2014


Rough, wet winds
parch my agonised face
as if salting the wound of
unbandage strip by strip
the dressings of Hope;
I wade my senses
through the mist;

I am still surviving
the traumas of my raped soil
alive and aware;
truths jump like a cat leaps for fish
at my mind;
I plod along
into the vortex
of a clear-borne dawn

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