They’re all monsters when you see them
Man, woman and child
Demons in darkness when you meet them
For the very first time.
Jagged jaws and gaping eyes
Sharp cleft noses meeting
Acid lips of warded faces
True monsters of Mother’s making
From the sullen depths;
Until you happen upon
Hearing the sound of dry lips tearing
And flakes of misery falling
Each too true to the very meaning,
And feel the tears of the memories that
Whet the blades which
Cut their every step.
Only then will you start seeing
A human kind of being
Hidden inside what living
So obscurely bent.
by Lynette Bothma
Photo credit: Wolfz Gallery, African Collection