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The South

Constantia Heights with her green belt

Sparkling pearls and quiet comfort — towers

Fynbos dunes lost in pallid plains and flats

 

The restless Cape Doctor ruffles my hair

Shakes people and tickles old oaks — scatters

Relics and phantoms into the pale sky

 

Ants wrestle desperately in the long grass

I wrestle black ink on white paper

We wrestle institutions of the past

 

Hottentots Hollands mountains sits quieted

Observant, dark, grey and distant — ponders

The ocean’s weight / The swoop of a swallow

 

 

Benedikt Sebastian

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