The wailing taps

A Poem

By Zama Madinana


here taps
wail
without weeping
just air seeping
for days
& a stink
of toilets
that cannot swallow
grows
in the township

it’s midday
teenage mothers
roam
the streets
with wobbling breasts
in soiled nighties
kwamazakhele

some are scratching
& screeching
itching
crotches
cockroaches
caressing dirty dishes
on kitchen tables

dozens of toddlers
soaked in dust
& licked
by the stubborn sun

protesters have turned
the streets into cliffs
of infernos
and there is no water to kill the fire
ezakheni