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induduzo
(for the south african pianist nduduzo makhathini)






induduzo
(for the south african pianist nduduzo makhathini)



tonight
i meditate
for your flight
in the perpetuation
of love and light

let lilting lullabies
emanate from your nimble fingers
and illuminate our forlorn souls
let us be touched
by the revelation
of the ruminations
behind your pianistic modulations

bathe us with the warmth
of your smiling melodies
then guide us
into the shade of the tree
of your rhythmic eloquence
we desire the taste of the fruits
that hang heavy
with the succulence of your harmonies

leave open the door
to the sacred comfort
of your name




London 20 February 2015


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anon

they will turn
the wheel
of the revolutionary sun
all through infinity
these daughters and sons

they will burn
the torch
that emboldens the moon
these beacons of liberty
who left too soon

progeny
of a people’s quest
for freedom’s piece

symphony
of their souls rest
in eternal peace

let us recall
those whose holy name
echoes in the roll call
of heaven’s hall of fame

let us speak
of the lore
of steve biko
and more

the untimely silence
of their defiance
against our violation
is their sublimation

look into their sleeping eyes
immune to death’s disguise
their truth will always vaporise
the honeyed tongue of insidious lies

listen closely to their angels’ cries…

let us remember them

remember
lumumba

the rumour
of nkrumah
quivers still like a silent breath
of the poisoned whisper of his death


and where
is cesaire
that poetic interlude
to our bleached solitude
his prophetic portrayal
of self love’s betrayal


where
rodney
harper
seacole

enshrined the seat of parks
with the indelible marks
of her resistance
to discrimination
against fine-ground pigmentation
(keep your distance!)

moyano
martí
marley
garvey

permanently fixed
to the crucifix of life’s mystery
their blood is mixed
in the crucible of our history


we wonder
about nehanda
whose spirit returns to guide us
against false prophets who divide us

is she dancing to the mbira
with the souls of erendira
lakshmibai
jackson


we weep
with the broken strings
of the guitarra

to sleep
in the soaring wings
of the voice of jara
harmonised
with the liberating eyes
of guevara


zumbi
your inverted head
a talking drum instead
pulsing in the dome
of the calabash
bring us hidden home
for our hands to wash


sands
a life beached
on holy lands
where hopes are breached
why
why


kimathi
his repartee
with freedom’s creatures
one of the great teachers
of how the colonial master
will fabricate his own disaster


hendrix
x
a sky kissed
by lives blessed
breath turned to mist
stolen from our midst


let us sing
with the king

let us dream
let us scream
but heed
the greed
of they who feed
on freedom’s need


let us give praise
till the end of our days
to tubman
truth
azad

to fanon
and on
and on
and on

anon…

(soon to be continued)







London 3 April 2013
blessed child : darkness lit


crawling…
through district six
i held onto a dismal daisy
emerging
through a wound
in a fallen stone…

sprawling…
swept with the scab
i caught a flying rock
and hurled my soul
into the steel mesh…

before i rose
to host the scent
i oozed to bless the earth
for divining the children
beyond the thrown stone…


South Africa – 4 November 1976
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