Surviving the borders

The salmon river moves this way
To finally meet the sea swirling
Without nothing enough to say
About what lies beyond the fjord
And lands rearranging regardless
Of how many die for paradise
To be in charge of something
Anything.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.

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