there were two things, both to shoot you, or, me, or him, or them, or her. two things to shoot; a camera, a gun.
and you, what do you have?
your green hoodie– this one you particularly no longer own.
a man runs, runs, runs and runs after you
a different kind of green, of our times past and present.
your head lies on the yellow kerb
a boot stomps my head, keeps stomping, keeps stomping, forever
his foot on your head
he will beat you
beat you (almost) lifeless
but whose mother’s wailing do i hear today? this script can’t be based on imagination.
i do not know, i never have.
ngatia monono manono mosoti
today, was a bad day to wear green.