Dying Seasons |
This extraordinary poem was written on April 2, 1999, the day of a bank robbery in Braamfontein, South Africa. In the poet's words, "I work in the building and was on my way to the escalator, two floors above, when the shots started ringing out. The first verse arrived while I was having my morning coffee, an hour before the murders took place." |
Dying Seasons Plasmoid thump honest of Nino's first cup Scarcely Her lifeclock ticked off one short
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