the caskets are open.
the eyes have watched.
the voices have spoken.
the blood has run.
the veins are now empty.
the eyes shut.
the voices quiet.
still,
years later,
the suffering continues.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Priscilla Du Preez
Author: Biko
it always waits I
it always waits.
long enough
for me to begin
to forget.
to have
a semblance
of certainty
in a new reality
where things are slightly better.
normal, maybe.
long enough
so my eyes
can collapse
into dreams
bursting at the seams
with what seems
to be tranquility.
long enough
to feel as though
it was long enough
ago
and i can finally
let go.
until it stops waiting.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Annie Spratt
air
The air is still.
The voices are quiet.
The madness is peace.
It is getting easier to breathe now.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by David Fanuel
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