Jozi
Deep in the valleys
Between the shards of glass
And concrete alleys
Touched up high
By sunlit sky
Rats sniff at the pavement litter
Deep in the city’s old hands’ cracks
The veins of red glare from cars’ backs
The veins of white come streaming out
Whilst pedestrians jostle and vendors shout
To sell their wares that steam or glitters
Deep in the city’s aging mind
Lies memories of another kind
Deep as gold mines, green as greed
Of a time where horse was speed
And rats still sniffed at pavement litter
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