Star metal
and so much death
at your expense

I watched the Marikana video then
slipped off home on foot
the shopping centre parking
lot deserted, just floodlights, neon
signage and
a few brash (Sirius? Centauri?) stars to
take my breath away for a moment in rare
recognition of their wonder
but as I reached the gate
I stared but
a moment to long
across the road at
two slim figures in
the shadows
creatures of the periphery
avatars of all
demolished beauty
one moving fast
as a shark through calm
night waters until
within speech, recognition
range of temptation

and there was the line
clear as

across which might cross or
elect not to

and there the law
self-righteous law
whose dream is

whose currency death.