On the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, South Africa
Each night upon the darkness someone is sketching
with black ink invisible words for the
world to see
Each day the stories pound upon each other in layers
creating narratives of darkness that are void and
rich in blackness
Each voice drains life from the wounded with an impact
that punches out humanity leaving spectacles of
brittle broken hollow bodies
Each face that carries a story tends to deflate from repeating
and cadavers become sore from the rubbing of too many
sympathetic hands
Each dishonest tongue wraps itself around bones looking for flesh
that has been consumed by gravediggers in the
cemeteries of truth
