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Grandmother Crocodile by Brett Dix

Brett Dix | November 29th, 2017 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

I do not take kindly
to being called a river demon
or devil-beast.

You should show me respect.
I have survived
the fall of the dinosaurs

and the great flood.
I will even survive
the blazing heat

that will scorch your world.
Know that the sacred waters
are my domain:

drink from them at your peril.
But if you are lucky enough
to know me,

you may call me grandmother,
for your ancestors
hatched from my egg.

Poet Bio

Brett Dix has a Master’s degree in English literature from the University of KwaZulu-Natal and has taught at the university for approximately nine years. He is currently working on a collection of poems, which he hopes to publish soon.

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