- Kingdom of Weeds
The sea has a host of new angels,not ten miles off the Libyan coast where the boat sank,ferrying men in its heart as time carries fate,and drops them, with the living, on rocks the shorehas prepared for them.
Last night there were voices there,of lives being changed, those who made itbecoming dead also, to hold their breathat the bottom and not ever be able to tell their storyto fishermen who talk with waves at night, never explainhow in a dinghy a child is calmed by giving it urine to drink.They know gods and goddesses of the seabed, now,who dwell beside Poseidon in his realm of weeds. [End Page 295]
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Rethabile Masilo was born in Lesotho and lives in Paris. He has published poetry books: Things That Are Silent (Pindrop, 2012), Waslap (Onslaught, 2015), and the winner of the 2016 Glenna Luschei Prize for African Poetry, Letter to Country (Canopic, 2016).