Cyril
Teeth!
Glaring under the camera lights,
The navy threads announcing
A suit that will dig up
A buried hope in a
Country that hugs us tightly.
We love hugs.
Who doesn’t love a hug?
His beleaguered colleague
Embraces us in 15%
15% squeezes like a python.
Bald head.
His insulting laugh was
Thrown out, a cake and
A speech lying to salute
Him, as he ran out with a briefcase of cash.
A fug of pheromone and
He is free!
The girl died and
He walked off laughing.
No shame?
Probably not.
Welcome back.
We love you.
We never left you.
Erica Penfold was born and raised in Johannesburg, South Africa. She attended both of the University of Witwatersrand and the University of Cape Town, majoring in English literature, French literature and Politics. Her writing focuses on experiences in cities, encounters with emotions evoked in metropoles and her own practice of living as part of the humdrum. She lives and writes on her porch and her couch, accompanied by two kittens.
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Great poem that captures the spirit of the country at the moment!