Where the Grass is Warm by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes
Where the Grass is Warm by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes Where the Grass is Warm by Rethabile Masilo I walk to where the grass is warm; you have words that move to close each gap within; we talk about old times, and suddenly I say: here's a face, a good place you can turn to, it is yours and you may keep it if you will, and I hand you myself as a young man who adored you, before they slew you— the time we played morabaraba on the flat boulder above our home in Qoaling—that house now trembles when it's approached, like a child beaten into submission for years who sees a face that resembles its sex maste...