Summer in Karoodorp
On the anvil that’s the
The noon-day sun beats down.So twixt twelve and twoLife in the place is suspended.Doors to the stores are ‘
’And in their dusty windows cheapMannequins sleep with open eyes.The air is still and heavy.So in the sparse foliageOf small pepper treesFeathered creatures perch,With beaks agape,And wings spread wide,Trying to beat the heat.At the door to the barOf the ‘Royal’ Hotel,In a sliver of shade,A mastiff lies panting.Inside the trade is slow.
on barstoolsNurse brandy-and-coke.House windows are closed.In the darkened interiors,Hidden from sight bySlatted wooden shutters,People flop on chairs,Avoid all movement, inAttempts to beat the heat.At two a slight sputter of life.It is ‘government’ employeesReturning to work.The magistrate and two clerksDawdle back to the court.The post-master and staff Re-enter the GPO.It’s still quiet at the ‘Royal’ Hotel.With no shoppers the doorsOf the stores remain closed.Under the shade of pepper trees,Outside the shuttered Co-op,And alongside the ‘P