The image shows a bust of a man. A dark thick liquid is being poured on it.
Important note: this poem was written from the photo prompt. The fact that it shows a dark liquid being poured on a white figure should not be taken as a representation of the violence that has occurred here in South Africa. The victims of the violence are primarily Black African-owned small businesses whose shops have been destroyed in shopping centres and malls, and the staff who work in the big retail outlets there.
Concealed behind that plain façade silently observing yet unobserved you creep along obscure corridors listening at keyholes, capturing confidences pocketing intrigues and salting them away.
Green mantle cloaked, you traverse the town sniffing out secrets, ferreting for indiscretions licking spoons that stir the pot snatching skeletons from cupboards to one day share and spill.
Nothing escapes your inimical attention under your watch, people scarcely sleep they mind their tongues, mind other people’s but blank of countenance and with eyeless innocence for now your secrets stay safe with me.
each night, enveloped in scarlet golden sun slides under blue blankets gossamer strands of lingering light caress cooling sands waves wash upon the shore, breaking breaking, unceasingly breaking erasing away the day
each night, cloaked in obsidian silver moon shakes out her gown scattering glittering pennies over wine-dark skies waves wash upon the shore, breaking breaking, unceasingly breaking hailing a new dawn
humankind turned upside-down keeping safe’s what matters all around the world economies in tatters scientists in overdrive to keep one step ahead corruption, disruption stop now, keep your head mixed message, fake news sops to the masses governments in disarray staying put’s what matters
Image credit; Lance Anderson @ Unsplash The image shows tall skyscrapers lit in the evening light. In the front there is a small pale-coloured house resting at an angle on the ground, one side of it raised from the ground.