Their
pupils
converged
like pupils in rooms
waiting
for
classes.
Hiding
behind
fences
they called eyelashes
they
scattered
matches
Prepared to burn
in sojourns
before
they were extinguished.
Living those matches
burned and converged
in its remains
- calling it ashes.
© Hudson Biko
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