The Eastern Cape is wild dog-
Hunting in packs bound by
Dogged dark infringed isolation
Hills not quite tall enough for mountains
Crack wind through narrow passes
Thin grass grows on shrub thickened
Patches of wonder
Gown under sullen sun
Such is the wonder of the intransient Eastern Cape
And so it shall go on....
As the sun shines
On dull grass
And the sky narrows
As sharply as a closed eye
Seeking shadows
In the undergrowth
Whatever way you see it
wild dogs start a kill
at the anus
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