In the stomach
of your mouth
was a song.
A song you burned
by the bridge, a
long time ago.
It was meant
as a gift to your
“favourite” mother-
in-law;
A fresh wind.
Then it died
in the throat
of the sun.
All it needed
was more prayer.
Chestlyn Draghoender is from Ravensmead in Cape Town. He loves books and music. T: @Geoff_Da_Poet