Monday, January 15, 2001

Cemeteries of Truth

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

Published by Brandon Hamber in Context, 55, p.25 on 15 January 2001

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