On Sunday afternoon
down by the Blue Lagoon
you could buy go-kart ride
or a take-away of curry and rice
and watch dark-skinned fishermen
catch wriggling silver shad
on bending bamboo rods
in the muddy turbulence
of the brown Umgeni River
as it surged into the sea.
Within the gaping river’s mouth,
ancient sharks with razor teeth
fed on the offal tide of Africa
a few feet from the children playing
on the asphalt quay amongst
the crumpled scraps of newspaper
and bloodied scraps of sardine bait.
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