At dawn, a white jogger ran along a side road
beyond the budget hotel’s high, spiked railings.
So the neighbourhood was safe. But for whom?
Later, beneath the barbed wire topped wall
of the dentist’s opposite – a notice warned
of armed response – half a dozen or so black men gathered
in ones and twos. Some had crude boards announcing
their crafts: brick layer, gardener. Sometimes a pick-up stopped.
The men moved forward. There was talk with the baas.