12 Anxieties for April 12th

By LIESL JOBSON

 

On my side of the glass
POLICEMAN KILLS CAT
are burglar bars
on the other side
“DR DEATH” ACQUITTED
a grille
beyond that
15 KILLED IN TRAIN BLAZE
a high wall
glass shards
BOMB IN PRETORIA HIGH COURT CHAMBERS
protrude underneath
an electric alarmed
PRIMARY SCHOOL HEADMASTER MURDERED AT HOME
fence outside
a bullet-proofed
PUBLIC PROSECUTOR RAPED AND STABBED TO DEATH
vested security
guard protecting
POLICE PARALYSED BY VEHICLE SHORTAGE
my fragile
razor wire gated
MALL COLLAPSE: PLANS NOT APPROVED
community peace
seems a lot
FAMILY DRINKS POISONED WATER
of insecurity
and too much fear
COPS CRUSH BOY SUSPECT’S HEAD
to keep out
seems too much
HUMAN BONES IN POLICE CELL
more anxiety
too much heartache
MAYOR COMMITS SUICIDE
to keep in.

 

 

Liesl Jobson is a writer, photographer, and musician living in Cape Town.

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12 Anxieties for April 12th

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