It's Bizarre, Said Mike
“It’s bizarre,” said Mike,
his head sinking lower
to drink down his pint
on the evening before
his business class flight.
A London stopover was agreed,
with a night at a fine hotel each way.
It gave him time to go to the ANC office
for briefing or debriefing---as always on these jobs.
“It’s bizarre,”
said the Anti-Apartheid campaigner,
drinking down another beer
in the back street pub.
“It’s bizarre,”
said the Young Communist
grown older
sinking more beers.
“It’s bizarre,”
said the professor of Criminology,
employed by the government of South Africa
to advise on policing the townships,
as he ordered another beer.
“It’s bizarre,” said Mike,
his head sinking lower
to drink down his pint.
“It’s bizarre.”
He ordered another beer
just in case they’d noticed,
just in case it was his last.
Author: Lynn White
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