Woodstock, Cape Town, South Africa. (2018)
The angel is watching. This is another stand, in another plot.
A dark wind chases over the mountain for three days. At night the zinc cladding rattles.
Bent taxis bulldoze through the town. A micro-blaster wakes, hard hats and cement-dust choke the air again. Shadows grow into the skin of the invisible builders. Foundations laid over an old sadness.
A new morning and the world rambles past the skeleton buildings. No efforts made to reconcile.