Sipho Sepamla, a South African poet, understands pathologies of power. The silence I speak ofstretches the moment to PretoriaBloemfontein and Cape Townit is the same silencethat has walled intense remembrances of daysmaking of each momentpebbles of time the silence I speak oftends to confound my tongueI gurgle speech soundslike a river sippingthe marrow of aged rocksthe silence I speak ofcrouches the nightto make shadows that … Continue reading “Silence: 2” – by Sydney Sipho Sepamla