II. The Bakubung Gate Love song
Under the volcanic tuff
Goeiedag dames en here
Hoe gaan dit met u? [3]
Look
the toxic passage of hyena
white
and
black
into wool grass of winter
Ladies and Gens
Touch
Smell
Read these messages
Here
I exist
There
I am starving
Look at me
as inside your stare echoes the roaring lion
on the plateau
of Pilanesberg
Ladies and Gens
Any question?
Follow me
in the saving smell of the eland
forward this shade
together
with the fear of life
Ndza ku rhandza [4]
Yebo, sawubona [5]
I can hear
your lips -
the unsayable tongue
swayed her hips -
whips of the fire
on a blue-veined stone
Un corps a été mis au monde et maintenu
We can see and hear
the sun shining freedom beyond meaning
that rhythm of your eyes
in Mogwase