POEM: Sinkhole Blues in Khutsong
By Mzwandile Maila
In streets of suburbia’s calm design
A leak in pipes, a municipality’s crime
Water seeps, earth gives way beneath
A sinkhole swallows, a house in grief
Grey walls crack, roof beams break free
A fence stands guard to danger’s spree
Grass grows wild where ground did cave
A man-made wound in this township’s grave
Municipal pipes, a hidden flaw
Leakage led to this collapse raw
In Khutsong’s sun-kissed day
A house lies broken in a sinkhole’s sway