A Poem
By Nkateko Masinga
what happened?
i rehearsed the end,
took in my lines
of pow(d)er & told
them how i
found her.
or didn’t.
who was there when she died?
a single line can end a life.
a couple(t) ends a sonnet.
it always goes this way:
two liars. one alive.
the other hovering,
desperate to come clean.
