Between his bakkie and his “boys”

He stands burning cigarette in hand

Watching

Servile pick axes

Breaking open the red, red sand

Covenant in repose

Suspended moment in time

Cosmic dance

Floating liminality

Dream? nightmare?

His “boep”

Suspended above his belt of truth

Protected overhang

Chosen, from mother’s breast

A birth right

Watching

Pick axes digging in the sand

Burning cigarette in hand

Breaking open the red, red sand

Son of Africa

So grand

Can you not see?

Your “boy”

Is not your “boy”

He is a man.