Place of slaves, storms, klopse, frenzied wind

winter is a leprous sky, breaking up and breaking up

into craters swept by rain and slush

White-maned waves of luxury apartments

give way to grains of shacks

the mountain tumbles from its cloudy pelmet

sends wet and rain to villages & towns that fuel the city

Those from umlazi eldos kagiso wentworth phoenix newbrighton

who pilgrim seasonally

swear by sacred braai spots

but, these tough days, seasons and people are driven further apart

Off the fish hoek boats, red or blue-veined

the piles of fish arrive

to be slain and trimmed

a wind lurches and guts the tourist dream

In the morning, she lugs the roomservice 'empties'

the sheets are crumpled, branded:

wine smudges and snailprints of fitful lusts

greet the day

A political activist, fresh from exile

clambers up the mountain, a flushed pilgrimage

and from a mountain telescope

he discerns a waterfront, its newness

cleared of local dialects, bergies & salomies

And: the jobless on the sidewalk, multiplying

with the bmws and glitzy stores

will there be enough cars to park, storefronts to sleep in?

enough small change

for chunks of bread and toasts of cheap wine?