Guerilla

She saw him

clad in a long black trench coat

a rugged newspaper slotted under his arm

with a beard almost sweeping the red soil

He walked silently like the rumbling of fallen leaves

His eyes tossing side by side like mounted AKs

as if aware of the mulch of danger that covered his face

She saw him

detached from the village he crossed

with a gaze that estranged her

as if she had always been a shadow

He walked like a battalion

Ready to charge, to vanquish the enemy

engulfed in a deep pool of disciplinary silence

She saw him

disappear like a ghost

Waging a war in her head

setting her against her own eyes

Was he the calm breeze that followed?

or the stone that rattled against the calm breeze?

Was he the cabbage that suddenly grew rich in colour?

or was he the fiery anger that flew from her eyes?

Was she the enemy now?

was this Parks* where he was studying?

who was he?

did she see him?

*its suspected that Parks refers to Parktown Boys High School