said a hero
of faith and bigotry
and inspired the people
who had been walking and fighting
for four hundred years.
Dispossessed people touching every word that spilled
from his coffee and charcoal lips.
Bloody cheeks and crashing brows
spreading the message of hope
Now beaten and pulped on a lonely bed
by revenge tokoloshe
small insipid men
He had gone one more night
to check the farm,
read his bible,
sleep on a scuffed mattress.
This Boer hero, a man of horses and high-veld winters
ashamed, fed to the dogs.