By From the spoil heaps of the redundant gold mines,
when the wind blows, the dirt blows always
over Soweto. In a flapping marquee
at the end of a street, the wedding took place.
Aperitif nibbles became gritty,
paper cloths grimy, the cutlery
silhouetted in grit. There were many
speeches – long before guests ate the freshly
slaughtered lamb and even longer before
the singing and dancing. The hired canvas drummed
with hope, humour, courage, enterprise, joy.
aperitif nibblescouragecutlerydirtdrummedenterprisegold minesgrimygritgrittyhired canvashopehumourjoymarqueepaper clothsredundantsilhouettedsinging and dancingslaughtered lambSowetospeechesspoil heapsweddingwhen the wind blows
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