Sometimes I feel the guilt
It hits my stilts
As if they we loss branches
Dancing
Together to my prancing
Legs and the snap
The wood dry to sap
Like bone that crack
And winds mad skin flaps
Like wing on bat
The guilt hit like that
I mean
I see my granny
I mean my aunty
I mean those women that have my
Blood but not their bodies
The bodies of mngomezulul
All of them I can't touch
Hold hug
Embrace in the cold like a mug
Of hot chocolate with my favourite fug
Made right the way only old hands know
I mean wise hands know
She is with I stand in snow
I never saw snow
Until I visited her Drakensberg
I'm hers
She lived under the mountains of dragons
Were they breath snow out the dogen
And I bekon
she knew but told me it was the strong
Giants breathing cold long
Sighs as they sleep winter long...