The Seeds were buried deep

by

Matthew Mokoena

The Seeds were buried deep…

Six days labour with harboured heaves,

Rolled up sleeves,

No sleep, grief, nor partial reprieve.

Deep…

From spoken word metaphors that big banged metal doors to settle scores,

Deep, hanging,

Pendulum swinging statements that cradled life.

Deep…

“LET THERE BE…” lived long before the light could even breath.

Deep…

Is just a matter of mortal perception,

To God, we remain shallow in our ...

by

Matthew Mokoena

She was a strong,
black,
loveless woman.
She said,
"He doesn't love me no more.
He doesn't hold me down or beat me against the concrete floor, doesn't hit me with concrete thoughts as he slams the bedroom door.
He d...