Insurrection

Each step from hell

Tread upon the stones
worn by crying in the soul
Names etched, naked emotion
Puddles filled by years
Those feet with blisters swollen
Those calloused hands
on which we fell
by our ascension,
each step from hell.

Dr T.P. Wilkinson writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..