Three poems from Staffrider

I was going through a box of old diaries and papers last night (there are things in there that will go with me to my grave!) and came across a few copies of New Coin, Sesame, Staffrider – small South African literary magazines from the 80s and 90s. I knew there were a few old poems of mine in there somewhere, one that I remembered in outline, and others I had more or less forgotten about (though I doubt you ever forget these things, these words you have struggled over, completely). Here are three that I published in Staffrider, in 1989 and 1990. Those were different times, back then. Emergency The neck is the place the yoke rests heavily; after all it was made by god or whoever to suffer submissive the pull of the plough something like that   which is a way of saying finding the escape route of the poem the bars of the police state are erected in

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